William slowly approached us, restrained power rolling off his imposing frame. No one dared to lift their heads to look at him.

His gaze roved over me just as I heard Felicia's wicked chuckle. She whispered, "You're dead meat, Camille. Don Moretti won't let you get away with this."

But all I saw in William's eyes was worry and anger. It wasn't until he'd reached Shanna and me that he stopped. When he saw Shanna's red cheeks, the air around him grew terrifyingly cold and still.

"What the hell happened here?" he demanded, his voice devoid of warmth.

Before I could answer him, Felicia suddenly straightened up and pointed at me. "This woman started it! She had the gall to say this little mongrel was your kid, Don Moretti!"

"Mongrel?" William repeated, his brow quirking as his hand grazed the top of his staff—a sign that he was about to fly into a rage.

He'd always adored me and Shanna.

Shanna burst into tears at that moment. She raised her wounded arm and pointed at Justin. "He was the one who picked on me and Mommy earlier!"

An inscrutable look flickered across Justin's face, yet he kept his daughter in a bowing stance as he apologized to me and Shanna. "I'm dreadfully sorry, Don Moretti. My wife and daughter didn't know better and got on Mrs. Moretti's bad side."

Francine had shed her menacing front and tearfully apologized to us.

The Moretti family was celebrating tonight, and I didn't want anyone ruining the special occasion. Besides, I could settle the score with Justin and Felicia some other time.

I had someone escort them out, but before they left, I saw Justin's eyes gleaming.

I ignored it and stayed by William's side while we made our rounds at the family banquet.

The doctor had already tended to Shanna's wounds, and the little girl now rested on William

I glanced at the clock on the wall. The banquet was starting soon. I couldn't afford to mess around with Justin and Felicia anymore.

I picked up Shanna and ran toward the priority lane. I was halfway there when a little girl bolted out of nowhere, forcing me to slow my tracks.

"Francine!" Felicia jogged up to the little girl and picked her up.

However, the little girl pointed at Shanna's neck. "Mommy, I want that."

Felicia cut me a snide look. "Let my daughter have the knockoff necklace, Camille, or I can't promise your daughter will survive servitude at our home in the future."

Naturally, I'd be a fool to hand the necklace over.

Felicia stepped forward to snatch it off Shanna's neck, but at that moment, someone came from around the corner and yelled, "What's with all the ruckus? Don't you know Don Moretti is throwing a birthday banquet here today?"

I recognized right away that the man who spoke was none other than Jack Moretti, William's uncle and the next person he wanted to get rid of.

In a true act of sycophancy, Justin sauntered up to Jack. "We're sorry for not knowing better. It so happens that our daughter is holding her birthday banquet here, too. I wonder if we'd have the honor of attending Don Moretti's banquet."

Justin subtly slipped Jack a check, and the latter grinned immediately. "Of course, but only if it's a small party."

Upon hearing this, Justin cleared his throat and glanced at me. "If you'd behaved better all those years ago, Camille, I'd have brought you to Don Moretti's party. Unfortunately, you're just a side piece.

"You're not worthy of standing by my side, even if you gave birth to our by-blow. Felicia and I will be attending the party together, then."

Felicia lifted her chin and looked down her nose at me, but I returned her gloating look with a half-hearted shrug and a smile. "The Moretti family won't allow outsiders at their banquet. Good luck getting in."

With that, I spun on my heels and headed down the priority lane.

Surrounded by quietness, I found myself reminiscing on the past.

Justin used to love me. After my mother passed, my father brought home his mistress and illegitimate daughter. Felicia and her mother picked on me for ten whole years, and Justin was the only one who'd protected me.

But in the end, on the day I'd joyfully prepared to marry him, he had someone take off my wedding dress so he could personally put it on Felicia.

"I'll make you my wife, but my love belongs to Felicia. We'll get our marriage license after the wedding."

I knew from the moment he said this that the man who'd claimed to love me was as good as dead.

And so, I called my mother's old friend without hesitation and made a deal with her. I'd give her son, who was in a vegetative state, a child, and in exchange for that favor, she'd help me take back everything that belonged to my mother.

The Moretti family's private jet flew me to Rostera Island that same day, and I became pregnant with William's child through IVF.

When the child turned one, William regained consciousness. I thought the deal would fall through after that, but William unexpectedly told me I was his lucky charm and wife. 

He'd never let me go.

The three of us made for a happy little family, and recently, I conceived our second child through natural means.

I wouldn't have returned to Nistros if I weren't so intent on taking back the Swanson family, and Justin wouldn't even come close to seeing me.

I snapped out of my thoughts and straightened out my slightly ruffled clothes. Just then, I got a message from William, informing me he was at the hotel entrance.

Beaming at the message on my phone, I turned to look for Shanna, only to hear her scream pierce the air.

I frantically ran toward the sound of her voice and saw Felicia gripping her small shoulders while her daughter, Francine, straddled Shanna and slapped her.

"What the hell are you doing?" Outraged, I shoved them off Shanna and quickly pulled her into my arms.

Shanna's face was red from the slapping, and there were finger imprints on her neck, too. However, she held her ground and didn't cry.

"Mommy, they wanted to snatch my necklace! But I stabbed them with a fork!" Shanna explained quietly.

Justin stood aside and scowled at me. "Just give Francine that knockoff necklace, Camille. You're nothing but a lover to me. Learn your place."

"I told you, I'm married!" I shot him an icy look, but as repayment for the years he spent protecting me, I chose not to escalate this tension between us. However, after what Felicia and Francine did to Shanna, I reckoned it was time I settled the scores, both old and new.

Justin caught me glowering at him and took a step back. He then stepped forward again to touch Shanna's face, but I smacked his hand away. He snarled, "Cut it out, Camille! Didn't you ever think what might happen if you get caught sneaking in to look for me?"

Fuming, he made to apprehend me, and Felicia shouted, "Security! A thief snuck in here!"

At once, everyone turned to look at me. Felicia pointed at Shanna, who was tucked in my arms, and said, "This thief stole the Heart of the Ocean, Don Moretti's necklace!"

Jack stormed over and confronted Justin. "Is she your mistress?"

Justin hesitated for a second, then quickly shook his head. "No, I've ended things with her a long time ago."

I was relieved to hear his answer. 

The man who would have given up the world for me was already dead, and Justin was nothing more than a coward now. "In that case, throw her out. Don Moretti's already at the door, and I promise you, it won't be pretty when he gets angry!"

After Jack had delivered his warning, the crowd closed in on us. I backed away with Shanna in my arms, growling at them, "Back off! I'm William's—"

I was cut off when Felicia slapped me hard across the face. "How dare you speak Don Moretti's given name!"

Blood trickled out of the corner of my mouth, and a cold look flashed in my eyes. I'd only returned to Nistros to take back the Swanson family and my mother's legacy. But now, I had to add "make Felicia pay" to my to-do list.

Three days later, I'd take away everything she had.

Felicia was about to slap me again, but I moved quickly, grabbing her wrist and slapping her face.

Someone shouted among the chaos. "The Don has arrived!"

Everyone fell quiet at once and bowed at the waist toward the door.

I was the only one who remained standing tall with Shanna in my arms. Justin tugged on the hem of my shirt, chiding me under his breath, "How dare you look Don Moretti in the eyes? If you keep this up, Camille, not even I'd be able to save you."

I ignored him and stood my ground, watching as the man at the entrance approached me. Everyone held their breath, as if waiting to see a "thief" like me get humiliated.

William slowly approached us, restrained power rolling off his imposing frame. No one dared to lift their heads to look at him.

His gaze roved over me just as I heard Felicia's wicked chuckle. She whispered, "You're dead meat, Camille. Don Moretti won't let you get away with this."

But all I saw in William's eyes was worry and anger. It wasn't until he'd reached Shanna and me that he stopped. When he saw Shanna's red cheeks, the air around him grew terrifyingly cold and still.

"What the hell happened here?" he demanded, his voice devoid of warmth.

Before I could answer him, Felicia suddenly straightened up and pointed at me. "This woman started it! She had the gall to say this little mongrel was your kid, Don Moretti!"

"Mongrel?" William repeated, his brow quirking as his hand grazed the top of his staff—a sign that he was about to fly into a rage.

He'd always adored me and Shanna.

We could call him and tell him we missed him on a whim, and he'd take his private jet back to Rost

Chapter 4