Diana’s POV
I sat on the couch, my mind reeling from the whirlwind of emotions that Marcello had unleashed. The moment he’d stormed into the estate, I knew he was furious, but nothing could have prepared me for the intensity of our confrontation. The way he had picked me up and carried me out like I was nothing but a burden sent my blood boiling. How dare he treat me like some prize to be won back?
But the mention of Kaden sent a chill down my spine. Memories of the chaos he’d caused in our lives flooded my mind—his threats, the way he had twisted everything into a nightmare. I thought I’d put that part of my life behind me, but here it was, resurrected in the most terrifying way.
Marcello stood in front of me, his posture tense, his jaw set like stone. I could see the muscles in his ar
