The door slammed open so hard it cracked the mirror behind me.\n\nI barely had time to turn before strong hands seized my arms—Sophie’s manicured nails biting into my skin. 'You don’t get to hide,' she spat, dragging me toward the grand staircase. 'Everyone deserves to see the woman trying to ruin my life.'\n\nGuests gasped as we burst into the ballroom. Champagne flutes paused mid-sip. Cameras flashed. 'This,' she announced, voice trembling with fury, 'is my fiancé’s mistress.'\n\nWhispers erupted like gunfire. My face burned, but I didn’t fight. How could I explain I was his sister? That I’d just buried my husband six months ago? That the child in my womb carried the same bloodline as Enzo’s unborn nephew?\n\nThen the front doors swung wide. Enzo stood there, coat dusted with rain, eyes locking onto the scene.\n\n'Let her go,' he said, calm but lethal. 'Or I’ll tell them all exactly who she really is.'