Too Sexy for the Don

The next day, Enzo showed up in my wing again. Bellamy was right behind him.

Meeting my confused gaze, he lifted his chin and announced flatly, "From now on, Bellamy will be your mentore. She'll teach you how to behave like a proper Don's wife."

I snorted. "How many times do I have to repeat myself, Enzo? The engagement is over. We're done. Get it?"

Before he could react, Bellamy stepped forward with that worried expression.

"Rossella, you're misunderstanding everything. We're doing this for your own good. Don Vitale is just worried you won't know how to handle yourself after marriage. That's why he asked me to tutor you. How can you speak to him like that?"

I stared at her for a second, then laughed coldly. "For my own good? Was that the case when you paid off those previous mentore and made sure they barely taught me anything?"

Bellamy's visage dropped. Her lips quivered as she stuttered, "Rossella, what are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about."

I turned to Enzo. "I told you more than once. Those mentore weren't doing their job. You didn't believe me. You made me write apology notes instead. So, what now? You still want to trust her over me?"

Enzo's expression stiffened. He glanced at Bellamy, pale, then back at me. His lips moved slightly, but no words slipped out. In the end, though, he still chose her side.

With a frown, he said, "Stop throwing baseless accusations, Rossella. Bellamy grew up with me, and I know exactly what kind of person she is—better than you ever will."

That was it. Whatever last bit of hope I had been holding onto went out like a dying cigar. I called for the guards and had them escort Enzo and Bellamy out of my wing.

When Papa heard what happened, he personally called Enzo. His tone was firm. "Don Vitale, the engagement is off. My daughter is no longer your fiancee. Please do not send your men to harass her again."

Only then did Enzo quiet things down on his end.

Three days later, Teresa sent me an invitation. That was when I found out Vito was back.

She hosted a welcome-back party for him, inviting all the major players in Cicaro's high society. Naturally, both of my parents took it seriously.

They had a custom dress made for me, using imported silk. It moved like liquid light when I walked, catching every angle and shaping my figure in a way that was impossible to ignore.

Although I hadn't come here to stand out, I still ended up drawing attention from every direction.

It was then that Enzo and Bellamy showed up. For a split second, surprise flickered in his eyes, though displeasure quickly replaced it.

"Rossella, what are you doing here?" he questioned, his gaze dropping over my dress. "And dressed like that?"

Enzo never liked me being the center of attention. Still, this wasn't his territory, and he knew better than to make a scene at someone else's party.

He stepped closer, lowering his voice so only I could hear. "Stay close to me tonight. Don't wander off. Stick with Bellamy."

The ballroom was crowded. I didn't feel like arguing with him here.

I scanned the room for Teresa but didn't see her anywhere, so I ended up taking a seat near Enzo. From then on, people kept coming over to talk to me and make introductions.

Every single time, he shut it down before I even had to speak.

Bellamy lifted a hand to her mouth, speaking with a sweet but jealous edge. "Rossella not only has a hot figure, but that face of hers is something else, too. No wonder she's got half the room losing focus."

The moment Enzo heard that, his expression shifted. He shot me a sharp look. "I had someone bring a change of clothes for you. Go and switch into them."

I rolled my eyes at him. "Stay out of my business."

He looked ready to snap back, but a business contact came over at just the right moment, pulling him into conversation. I took the chance and slipped away.

However, I didn't get far. Somehow, Enzo caught up and grabbed my arm again, turning me toward the exit. "I've got someone waiting outside. You're leaving through here."

I was invited here by Teresa. Leaving before even greeting her was a disrespect I didn't care to commit.

After a few dragged steps, my patience ran out. "I've got things to handle, Enzo. Let go of me."

He shot me a look, clearly annoyed. "What business could you possibly have? You think I don't know why you're here? You came for me. Look, I'm right here. What else do you have to do? Strut around for other men?"

I wished I knew where he got that confidence from.

My face went cold as I stepped back from him. "So what if I did? Who do you think you are to control me?"

Enzo's gaze darkened. "Because I'm your fiance."

The words had barely landed when a lazy, amused voice came from behind. "Is that so? Don Vitale, haven't you heard?"

A faint laugh followed. "Her fiance's already been replaced."