Valeria

My feet stomped the mansion’s cold floor as I stormed out of Dante’s office, my fists clenched tight. His words kept on echoing in my mind, Valeria Vines, my vineyard, given back just to trap me in his dirty world. “How dare he!” I thought, my heart pounding with rage. He’d insulted me, called me a traitor, then handed me my home like it was a leash.

I hated him for turning my family’s legacy into a smuggling hub. “He’s a monster,” I fumed, slamming my ...