Chapter 27
Celina rushed outside, her head aching from the onslaught of indisputable facts. As she raced from the villa, her espadrilles slipped against the rocky exterior gravel, rendering her unsteady.
She was drowning; her life had just capsized on the open sea, and she had no life preserver, nothing to lash herself to against the crashing waves of truth.
She had no idea know who she’d been married to, or who Marco’s father was. Were there two men named Antonino Savoia? Possibly, but this Savoia family was not the family of her husband.
They were strangers.
Why had Tony told her they were relatives? To impress her? Or had he known that the real Antonino was missing? With her head throbbing in agony, she started down the hill, her shoes slapping against the pavement. Desperate for t
