The Lies They Told in Sicily

For six years, she played the part of the devoted companion to a powerful Mafia Don. When he returns on her birthday with a beautiful stranger, the underworld expects her to crumble. Instead, she hides her true intent behind a smile and a diamond ring. She hasn't forgotten that he murdered her father and fiancé. Her presence is a calculated move for vengeance, yet as she prepares to strike, she grapples with a terrifying realization: she might have actually fallen for her enemy.

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Chapter 4

I was dizzy from his kiss. Unintentionally, our eyes met, and in those deep, dark orbs, fragments of starlight shimmered. Even his smile carried a dangerous charm.

I lowered my gaze and finally pushed him away.

“Are you angry?” He pinched my cheek, his tone teasing. “I missed your birthday, and now you’re a little hissing cat?”

“You’re the cat…” I couldn’t help snapping back.

However, he nuzzled the side of my neck with his nose. “You’re a crazy, fierce, and stubborn woman, and yet, you fascinate me.”

Before I could respond, he lifted me onto the marble countertop and bent down to kiss me again.

The broth on the stove was still bubbling, but he kissed with urgency and intensity. My breath came in quick, shallow gasps as I clutched his jacket tightly. When he finally let go, a smile lingered in his eyes, but there was no trace of desire.

“Do you know why I brought Lillian back with this wound?”

He pulled out a photograph and handed it to me. I took it, and my eyes widened instantly. It was a photo of me with my fiancé.

“Eliza, don’t you think it’s funny?” He whispered in my neck, his warm breath brushing my skin. “Lillian said she’s met you. She called you Ms. Anderson. Anderson… What a familiar name, isn’t it?”

He leaned down and kissed the tip of my nose. “Baby, aren’t you going to explain?”

My heart skipped a beat, but my face stayed calm. The broth on the stove continued to bubble.

Back when I had to go undercover, I forged a backstory that my family had gone bankrupt, and I had nowhere to turn, so I came under Mark’s protection. Now, my identity was secure, and I couldn’t let panic show.

Once I steadied myself, I lowered my gaze and stared at the photo. Then, I smiled and gently tapped him on the chest.

“Are you jealous, Mark?”

He said nothing.

I turned, keeping my tone casual. “It’s just a photo. It doesn’t mean anything. Or… are you doubting me?”

He looked down at me, eyes dark and piercing, and suddenly pinned me against the countertop.

“Is that so? Eliza… you’re not lying to me, are you?”

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