YEARS AGO...
Vittorio Amorielle sat in his office, within the imposing family mansion, lost in thought. Eleonora appeared at the door, wearing a simple white dress that made her look ethereal. She entered uninvited, knowing that Vittorio needed the solitude of his office at that moment.
Vittorio looked up as he sensed Eleonora's presence and furrowed his brow. “What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice tinged with suspicion.
Eleonora took a step forward, approaching her façade of a husband. “I came to fetch my husband for the party. Everyone is waiting for you downstairs.”
Vittorio stared at Eleonora with a penetrating gaze. “You know this marriage isn't real, Eleonora. I'm marrying you only to protect you from Jácomo Grecco.”
Eleonora bit her lip, frustration visible on her face.
