Chapter 1 - The Woman Who Fell Before Everyone
A woman in a blue gown fell onto the marble floor and whispered: "Please don't let them see me like this." When mafia boss Alessandro Romano entered the wedding hall, he found a broken diamond bracelet beside Simone Bellamy's hand. But inside the broken clasp was a hidden message: "For the girl they wanted forgotten." Alessandro knew Simone’s humiliation was planned.
The first thing I felt was the cold.
Not the kind of cold that came from the air conditioning inside the ballroom.
The kind that came from hundreds of eyes staring at me while I lay on the floor, unable to move for a few seconds.
My hands pressed against the polished marble beneath me. My blue gown had spread around my body like a wave, the fabric that had taken my mother weeks to choose now covered with tiny pieces of shattered glass from the decoration that had fallen beside my table.
I could hear whispers.
I could hear people pretending not to stare.
I could hear the quiet laughter of someone who had been waiting for this exact moment.
"Simone."
My sister Amelia’s voice came from above me.
Soft.
Almost concerned.
But I knew her too well.
She wasn't worried.
She was enjoying every second.
"I told you," she said, looking down at me with a fake smile. "Some people just don't belong in places like this."
A few guests looked away.
A few smiled.
Nobody helped me.
That hurt more than the fall.
Because this was my family’s wedding.
And I was the only person everyone seemed happy to watch break.
I slowly lifted my head.
Amelia stood in front of me wearing the most expensive white wedding gown I had ever seen. Diamonds covered her neck and ears. Her makeup was flawless. Her expression was perfect.
The perfect bride.
The perfect daughter.
The perfect person everyone loved.
And I was just Simone.
The younger sister who never seemed to fit anywhere.
The sister who always stood one step behind her.
The sister people remembered only when they needed someone to blame.
"Did you push me?" I asked quietly.
The ballroom became silent.
Amelia looked surprised.
Then she laughed.
"Push you?"
She glanced around at the guests.
"Simone, don't embarrass yourself more than you already have."
My fingers tightened against the marble floor.
Because I knew what happened.
I remembered sitting down.
I remembered Amelia walking behind my chair.
I remembered her hand touching the back of it.
Then nothing.
The chair was gone.
And I was on the ground.
But nobody would believe me.
Not here.
Not tonight.
Not when Amelia was the bride everyone came to celebrate.
A waiter finally stepped forward and offered me his hand.
I ignored it for a moment.
Not because I didn't need help.
Because I refused to let Amelia see me begging.
I pushed myself up slowly.
My knees hurt.
My pride hurt more.
"I didn't do anything wrong," I whispered.
Amelia smiled.
"You always say that."
Those words hit harder than they should have.
Because they reminded me of every family dinner where Amelia became the center of attention.
Every birthday where she received the better gift.
Every moment where my parents compared us.
Amelia was beautiful.
Amelia was successful.
Amelia was everything.
And I was always the mistake standing beside her.
But tonight was supposed to be different.
Tonight, I came because my father asked me.
"Your sister wants you there," he had said.
"Just be supportive for one night, Simone."
So I came.
I wore the dress my mother chose.
I smiled for pictures.
I congratulated Amelia.
I tried.
But I should have known.
People like Amelia didn't invite you because they wanted you there.
They invited you because they wanted you to watch them win.
I looked toward my father.
He was sitting near the front table.
He saw everything.
The fall.
The humiliation.
The way Amelia looked at me.
But he said nothing.
That was the moment something inside me cracked.
Not because my sister hurt me.
I expected that.
But because my father watched her do it.
And stayed silent.
I turned away.
Then the music stopped.
At first, nobody understood why.
The musicians looked toward the entrance.
The guests slowly turned their heads.
A strange silence moved through the room.
The kind of silence that only happened when someone powerful entered.
I looked up.
And I saw him.
Alessandro Romano.
I had heard his name before.
Everyone had.
Some people called him a businessman.
Others called him something much darker.
The truth was that nobody spoke about Alessandro Romano without lowering their voice.
He was the man who owned half the city's underground businesses.
The man powerful people respected.
The man dangerous people feared.
He walked into the ballroom wearing a black suit that looked like it had been made only for him.
No bodyguards beside him.
No need.
Everyone already moved away.
His dark eyes scanned the room.
Not the decorations.
Not the bride.
Not the guests.
Me.
I froze.
Because I had never met him.
I didn't understand why a man like him was looking at me.
Then his eyes moved to the floor beside my hand.
Something small caught his attention.
A broken piece of jewelry.
I looked down.
It was my bracelet.
The one my grandmother gave me before she passed away.
I thought it had broken when I fell.
But Alessandro bent down and picked it up.
The room became even quieter.
"Give that back," Amelia suddenly said.
Her voice changed.
For the first time tonight, she sounded afraid.
Alessandro looked at her.
Just looked.
And Amelia stopped speaking.
He examined the bracelet carefully.
His thumb brushed against the broken clasp.
Then his expression changed.
Not much.
But enough.
Because Alessandro Romano was not a man who showed emotions easily.
"What is this?" he asked.
Nobody answered.
He opened the broken clasp.
Inside was something hidden.
A tiny piece of folded paper.
My heart stopped.
Because I had never seen it before.
Alessandro unfolded it.
His eyes moved across the words.
Then he looked directly at Amelia.
"What did you do?"
The color disappeared from my sister's face.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
But Alessandro didn't believe her.
Neither did I.
Because suddenly, the man everyone feared was standing between me and the people who wanted to destroy me.
He walked toward me.
Slowly.
Then he extended his hand.
"Simone Bellamy."
I stared at him.
"How do you know my name?"
His expression remained calm.
"Because I have been looking for you."
The entire ballroom reacted.
A whisper spread through the guests.
I looked at the hand he offered.
I didn't know why.
I didn't know how.
But something told me this moment was bigger than a ruined dress.
Bigger than my sister's cruel game.
Bigger than this wedding.
I placed my hand in his.
Alessandro pulled me to my feet.
Then he turned toward everyone.
Especially Amelia.
"Anyone who humiliates her answers to me."
Nobody moved.
Nobody breathed.
Then Amelia stepped forward.
Her confidence was gone.
"Alessandro, you don't understand. She isn't who you think she is."
His eyes narrowed.
"Then tell me who she is."
Amelia opened her mouth.
But before she could speak, a man near the entrance suddenly dropped his glass.
The sound echoed through the silent room.
Everyone turned.
The man was holding a phone.
His face was pale.
He looked directly at me.
Then at Alessandro.
"Mr. Romano..."
His voice shook.
"The file you asked me to find..."
He swallowed.
"It's about Simone's mother."
Alessandro's expression changed.
For the first time, I saw something close to fear in his eyes.
The man walked forward and handed him the phone.
Alessandro looked at the screen.
Then he slowly turned it toward me.
I saw only one thing.
A photo.
A photo of my mother.
Taken the night she disappeared.
And standing beside her was someone I knew.
Someone who was still inside the wedding hall.
Someone who had just watched me fall.
Alessandro whispered one name.
And the person behind me suddenly said:
"Simone..."
I turned around.
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Because I recognized the voice.
It was my father.
