Love Crumbles on the Wedding Eve

---- Chapter 6 Thummed a soft reply. Rosario's tone was gentle, yet laced with unmistakable aggression. I turned my head to the side and watched the shadows of trees and buildings slide past the window. It had been less than three years since I left, yet nothing here seemed to have changed. Suddenly, my phone vibrated. A colleague had sent mea video. Simone was smashing things in his office while shouting at Mr. Bianchi. He looked furious and in disbelief. The last time he lost control like this was the day his startup failed. But whatever he was feeling now had nothing to do with me.

"What a crazy dog," Rosario said from beside me. I glanced down at the screen and hummed. "Indeed." The car ended up stopping at the gates of the Sortino residence. ---- In order to get us closer, Papa insisted that I live together with Rosario before the wedding. He prepared ten different estates for me in a range of styles from retro to fairytale and even modern minimalism. Tended up choosing modern minimalism. The study was already filled with my favorite books and film discs. Although we'd just met, he seemed to understand me better than Simone ever did.

All this time, Simone was busy with work. We rarely had time for dates. Whenever we watched a movie together, I'd turn to him excitedly to share my thoughts, only to find him replying to business texts, stone-faced. By the end of the film, he wouldn't remember a single detail. used to complain to Simone's close friends that he wasn't at all romantic, and they'd give me strange, knowing looks. I didn't understand it then. I only knew now that it was mockery-that I didn't even realize I was only a stand-in. Simone was a romantic person, but he just never showed ittome.

---- Papa let out a cold laugh, seeing the dejection on my face. "Why do you look like I dragged you back here against your will? Just look at the marks on your neck. Are you still reluctant to let go of that bastard? "Wake up, Zoe! You have a noble status, and you're beautiful. He was never worthy of you!" "Papa." I sighed before undoing my scarf. "I'm not reluctant to let him go. I'm just tired." That day, I told Papa about everything that happened in the past three years with Simone, from the early tenderness to the final betrayal, coercion, and framing. I left nothing out.

When he was done listening, he slammed his hand down so hard the table cracked. "That bastard! How dare he treat my daughter like that!" The veins on the back of Papa's hand bulge, as if he were seconds away from picking up a Beretta and riddling Simone with bullets. "Just wait! I'll make sure he pays once the wedding is over. Alberto, get in touch with our people over there." "Wait." Rosario stopped them. "Send me their company's information." Sensing my puzzled look, he chuckled softly. "Don't ---- worry.

I'll protect you from now on." At that moment, the horrible past memories begin to fade, leaving only the gentle face in front of me. I broke into a smile through my tears and began discussing the wedding that was about to happen in a few days with them. Rosario left every decision-from the venue to the champagne brand-entirely to me. He simply carried them out. He sent Papa off after the banquet ended. Then, he knocked on my door. "We're going to pick our rings tomorrow," Rosario said.