He Died for Her and Made Me Mourn a Lie

On the day I was supposed to marry the heir of the Santoro crime family… My fiancé, Dominic, died in a helicopter crash on his way to surprise me.

Just like that, I became a widow. I mourned while carrying his child. I fell apart. I stopped eating. Stopped sleeping. I wanted to die, too. But I stayed alive, for my unborn child.

At his funeral, his older twin brother came back from Velbrunnia. Alessio Santoro. Missing for years. And when I saw him… I froze.

He looked exactly like Dominic. Same voice. Same eyes. Same heartbreak written across his face.

Then I heard them.