Diana's POV
The sun was already setting as I drove through the narrow streets of Naples, the city bathed in the soft, fading glow of twilight. The air felt heavy, thick with the weight of decisions I couldn’t undo. The meeting with my father had gone exactly as I anticipated—he was wary, reluctant to see me step into the business. But despite his skepticism, he gave me what I wanted: a chance.
I parked the car in front of the estate, resting my hands on the steering wheel for a moment longer than necessary. My reflection in the rearview mirror was hard, unfamiliar. Stepping into this world—my father’s world—meant becoming someone else. It meant becoming the woman I needed to be, not just for myself, but for the family Marcello and I were building together.
But it also meant facing the
