Reclaiming My Path

"I pushed the door open and saw Giovanna standing there in my silk robe—my gift from Enzo—and wearing my heirloom pendant. She lifted a brow and mocked me, “The robe fits, the pendant’s mine, and you—get out.”I grabbed Enzo, demanding an explanation, but he shoved a fake contract in my face, saying, “You signed it.” “I did not. Stop lying!” I snapped.He snapped at me, “This is family business. You know nothing.”It seemed three years together was nothing but an act.That very night, I ran away to Milan. I had nowhere to go and no one to turn to until Mark showed up out of nowhere.“Don’t be scared,” he said. “I’ve got you. As long as I’m around, no one touches you.”He protected me, and for a moment, I really thought I’d finally found someone I could rely on. However, when we were practicing at the shooting range later, I stared at him.“Why are you helping me?” I asked. “And don’t tell me it’s because of that mess I left behind.”His eyes flickered for a second before he answered, “Just trust me. That’s all you need to do.”Something about the way he said it made my stomach twist.This whole disaster was all one giant setup. And now here I am, gripping a gun, fighting for justice, but am I really avenging myself? Or was I already someone else’s pawn from the very beginning?"