The Amalfi Coast was supposed to be a slice of heaven fallen to earth, but to Elena Vance, the beautiful, jagged cliffs now felt like the fangs of an ancient monster ready to snap shut. The Mediterranean breeze drifting through the balcony of Villa del Peccato carried the scent of jasmine and lemons, yet to Elena, everything smelled of rot. Every luxury in the room. The Carrara marble floors, the Murano chandelier, the silk sheets costing thousands of dollars, was nothing more than decor inside a new prison cell.
Elena stared at her reflection in the large, gold-framed mirror. She was wearing a stunning wedding gown, a masterpiece from a renowned Milanese designer. The delicate ivory lace clung to her body, and thousands of tiny, hand-stitched pearls across her bodice created the illusion
