Chapter 20

A month later, when Vittorio and I returned from our honeymoon and saw Leo, I was genuinely startled.

Was the person before me really the once-insufferable gangster princeling?

His hair was a messy mop, covered in dust, and his clothes were wrinkled and filthy. Truth be told, he looked less like a billionaire heir and more like a dockworker.

He was holding a carton of milk and a bag of cheap pastr