Mariana's Pov

I am in Italy.

I am in Italy.

I’ve never felt better. After living in that hell of a marriage for three months, enduring a psychopath as my husband, I can finally breathe a little better.

My convoy of tinted black cars drives in a straight line, lined up as they slowly file through the gates of my father’s estate.

My chin trembles as we drive by the familiar manors and gardens. And when I sight my brother, mother, best friend, and father from afar as they pace ...