All Chapters of When Fate Turns Dark, Love Becomes a Lie: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Gianna povWhen I opened my eyes again, I was back in my room. And the wound on my chest, showing everything that I had gone through, sobbing with a numbing pain.Marco was sitting beside my bed, looking all "husbandy." As soon as I stirred, he jumped up, grasping my hands in his, “Gianna, babe, how are you feeling?”I shuddered slightly, my voice barely above a whisper, “Looks like you haven’t slept all night. Go get some rest, Marco. I’m fine.”I slipped into my usual role—acting like the caring girlfriend. Marco smiled, kissed me on the cheek, then headed to the sofa to sleep. He forgot his phone on the nightstand. Quietly, I reached for it, unlocked it with his usual password.I scrolled through his contacts and clicked on Camilla’s name. Thousands of messages appeared on the screen.Most of the messages were about their daughter, Violetta.“Violetta called you again. She said ‘papa.’”“Violetta ate the entire cake you bought for her.”“Violetta said she wanted to go to the amuse

Gianna povTo welcome Violetta, the DeLucas threw a party that night. It was more of a small gathering than the grand affair I’d expected. Marco’s parents were there, probably keeping an eye on their granddaughter, and Camilla was invited too. Marco had casually explained the reason why she’d be attending, but it was clear he wanted her there for more than just Violetta’s sake.Honestly, I didn’t care about all the fake act that they had been busy showing me.So I pretended to be sick to avoid attending, saving my stregth so that I could get myself out of here. As I tried to rest, but the noise from downstairs just kept seeping through the walls. It was too loud to ignore. Eventually, I wheeled myself toward the stairs, trying to catch a glimpse of what is happening downstairs that could be so loud.Marco was cutting a cake for Violetta, while Camilla rested her head on his shoulder, teasing, “Look at how cute she is.”A picture-perfect family. Too bad the man was my fiancé, the woma

Marco’s POVToday was meant to be my wedding to Gianna—but let’s just say things took a turn, and now Camilla has become my bride in Gianna's place.I should’ve been happy, satisfied, finally feeling complete. I was marrying the woman I truly loved. But something kept gnawing at me, some unease I couldn’t shake. The memory of my last call with Gianna haunted me. Her tone was so unnervingly calm—too calm. It didn’t sit right. Something was wrong.As the ceremony ended and Camilla and I shared our first dance, Tray appeared at my side, his face unusually pale.“Mr. DeLuca, Miss Moretti left for London this morning. She boarded a ferry, which is scheduled to arrive at London in five days... but…”His words hit me like a thunderclap. Gianna boarded a ferry to London?“But?”“But the ferry Miss Moretti boarded was reported missing after it entered the Atlantic Ocean…”I grabbed Tray by the collar, my voice rising in disbelief. “What the fuck are you talking about? Missing?”Camilla, standin

Marco’s POV“And that night with Camilla three years ago was a mistake,” I continued. “I welcomed her into my family because of Violetta, and nothing more.” “I thought I was just doing the right thing for my daughter, for my family. But I was wrong. This wedding was your idea, Father. Now you’re the one who has to clean up the mess.”“As for Gianna,” I said, my resolve hardening, “I’ll find her, even if it costs me my life.”With that, I turned and walked away from my own wedding.Camilla chased after me, Violetta in her arms, crying, “Marco, don’t go. Our daughter still needs you. Can you stay just a little longer?”“Look,” She said, “her arm’s scratched from the glass. Can you help me to bandage it?”Blood trickled down Violetta’s arm, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.I pulled out my phone and spoke coldly, “Leave Violetta with my parents. You’re clearly unfit to be her mother.”I dialed Tray’s number, heading toward my car.“Have you found Gianna yet?” I demanded.Tray sighed o