My Addio He Never Heard
An arranged marriage, a powerful alliance. We had been in love for years, our wedding just around the corner.
But Dante Moretti suddenly wanted a month to win back his first love, Ava.
An ordinary girl who had long since left our world.
He promised that if he could let her go, he would return to me, guilt-free, to fully commit to the alliance between our families.
If he couldn't, then he didn't deserve me.
I didn't argue.
"Go, then," I agreed calmly. "A worthy heir can't afford to have a weakness."
He left that very night, his excitement palpable.
I immediately made an encrypted call.
"Papa, the engagement is off. I'm heading to Milan to take over our operations there."