The Don's Daughter's

Previously

…The truth. It was a word that had always been shrouded in shadows in my life. But as I stood there, holding Marco’s notebook, the pieces began to fall into place, revealing a horrifying mosaic. Sarah’s false moves, my mother’s guarded words, the name Luciano Bellini – they were all threads leading to a darkness I’d always tried to ignore. And Marco, my constant, my comfort, was at the very heart of it. I finally understood. He wasn’t just my best friend. He was something far more, and far more dangerous. And my life, the life I thought I knew, was about to shatter.