Book 2: Chapter 103

When Enrico had first reported to him that Martina had married Antonio, Ares had been furious. The woman he loved had moved on, not just with anyone, but with the very man who had tried to take everything from him. 

It had felt like a knife in the back, twisting with every word. The fact that it had happened within a month of his supposed death had only made it worse. And now, standing in front of her, those feelings of betrayal resurfaced with a vengeance.

His hand tightened around hers as he lifted his other hand to her chin, gently tilting her face up so that he could look directly into her eyes. His gaze was piercing, as if he were searching for something in her that would make all of this make sense.

"Be honest with me, Martina," Ares said, his voice dangerously low. "Did Antonio touch you? Did he fuck you?"

Martina’s eyes widened, and she immediately shook her head. "No," she said quickly, her voice shaking. "No, Ares. He didn’t. He tried—he kissed