FIORELLA’S POV
First the poisoning.
Now Matteo.
I instinctively tugged the neckline of my dress higher, feeling uncomfortable under his gaze.
“I’m not a b***h,” I returned. “And I wouldn’t be yours if I were one.”
His sick grin widened. “You’ve changed a lot, little sister. I’m going to enjoy this feisty side of you.”
Revulsion crawled through me.
“I’ve missed you,” he said. “And I know you feel the same.”
My brows furrowed. “Like hell I do. Something is very wrong with you. You need to see a doctor.”
Matteo’s smile didn’t deter. “The only thing wrong with me is that fact that you’re not in my life anymore. It has to change. You know I love you.”
The words made my stomach turn.
“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m married to someone else,” I said, “and we’re siblings, you sick an
