I threw the wilted greens from my hands, sold the tenement for every dollar it was worth, and carried my daughter to my father's compound, where I fell to my knees.
"Father. I've decided to annul my marriage."
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In my previous life, the moment I heard Dante had been made Boss of the Ferrante family, I bundled up my daughter and traveled across three state lines to find him. Gianna killed us both with poisoned cannoli.
My last thought before the darkness took me was regret. Not for dying, but for severing ties with my father, Don Enzo Castellano, all for the sake of marrying Dante Ferrante.
This time, the moment I opened my eyes, I sold the tenement, packed what little money it brought, and set out for the city.
But I was not going to the Ferrante compound.
I told the driver to take the long way around, and the car rolled to a stop before the iron gates of the Castellano estate.
The driver took one look at us, my daughter and me in our threadbare clothes, shuffling toward the Don's gates like a pair of beggars, and let out a snort.
"Takes all kinds. Now even beggars have the nerve to show up at the Don's door claiming to be family."