The Ghost Pianist Dethrones The Mafia Don

I was the secret wife of Matteo, heir to the Sicilian Mafia, for three years. I was also the pianist he kept hidden in the shadows. At the family's annual banquet, he walked onto the stage hand in hand with Bianca—his My First Love—and announced that he had written an engagement piece just for her. "This piece was written for Bianca. It belongs to her, and her alone." The room erupted in applause. I was the only one who recognized the melody. It was the piece I had written for him after sitting beside his hospital bed for seven days and seven nights, praying he would survive. For three years, I had taken bullets for him, stitched his wounds, and composed thirty-seven pieces of music for him. And now the best one I'd ever written had been given the name of his My First Love. I walked onto the stage and took the microphone. "Matteo, I wrote this piece." "You forgot." "No—you didn't forget." "Just like these past three years. I've been right in front of you the entire time." "You just never bothered to see me."

Oleh Stormborne Princess