SERA’S POV

I inhaled sharply, my breath shaky, but I forced myself to stand tall. My legs trembled, and the flood of fragmented memories threatened to overwhelm me. But I couldn't show weakness—not in front of the Godfather.

The man who’d brought me here stood silently to the side while Godfather and his men watched me. Godfather's eyes were intense, like they could see right through me. I felt exposed, but I didn’t look away.

"You know why you’re here, Marilyn—or should I say Sera?" he asked, a dark grin playing at the corners of his mouth.

The word revenge made my heart race. That was what they thought I...