The Vanishing Fiancée — The Moretti Club Betrayal

Good girl. You're mine. Tell me who you belong to. Yours. Only yours. Then half a month ago, outside the Moretti Club, I heard him talking to his men. Luca, how has this gone on for five years?

You got with her to get back at your stepmother, right? Sofia dumped you back then, so you turned around and went after Grace's precious Don't tell me you actually fell for her. Then Luca's cold, cruel voice slipped through the crack in the door.

Love her? Come on, I just haven't decided how to end it yet. Maybe I'll let her stand alone in the church on our engagement day. That could be fun. I stood outside the door, my hands and feet turning ice cold.

So my five years of love were just his pastime, a knife meant to cut my mother. Laughter burst from the private room. I ran from the club in a panic, drove straight into the storm, and died in a pile-up on Chicago's South Side.

When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the year before anyone knew about me and Luca.