Chapter 3 Resurrection

BELLA'S POV

I arrived in Sicily early the next morning. It smelled like salt and blood, just like I'd heard about.

This is where it all began. Where I was born. Where my real family died.

I stood at the gates of the Sovereign estate. Or what was left of it. And felt my past pressing against my skin.

Years ago, I was born in this house. And it had died with my parents.

The estate looked like a corpse. You could tell how vibrant and magnificent this place once was. But now the walls were crumbling. Gardens wild and overgrown. Windows shattered.

But the gates still stood. Wrought iron twisted into an elaborate S.

Sovereign.

My name. The thought made my heart skip a beat.

I'm back home. Exactly where I belong.

I pushed through the gates and walked toward the main building. Each step echoing. Several thoughts running through my mind as I looked around.

I needed to find someone. Anyone. I knew they were around here somewhere.

After wandering for an hour, they found me.

Three men. Armed to the teeth. Watching me suspiciously.

The oldest stepped forward. Gun lowered but ready.

"You're trespassing."

"No." I stood straighter.

"I belong here."

Say it. Make them believe it.

The men looked at me like I'd suddenly grown horns.

"My name is Isabella Marie Sovereign. Alessandro Sovereign was my father. This is my family's land."

The men stared at me for a moment. Then burst into laughter.

I'd expected this. I knew they would need proof.

"Alessandro's daughter died with him," the oldest man said.

"Everyone knows that."

"Everyone's wrong." I pulled out the documents from Anthony's basement. The ones I'd carefully arranged.

"Anthony Russo took care of me. I was given to him as a child to keep me safe. Now I'm here to claim what's mine."

The oldest man took the documents. His hands started shaking as he read.

"Dio mio," he whispered.

"The eyes. You have his eyes."

"I have more than his eyes." I stepped closer.

"I have his name. His blood." I looked at each of them.

"And I need soldiers. Are you interested? Or does your loyalty belong somewhere else?"

The men exchanged glances. Some silent communication I didn't understand.

Finally, the oldest knelt.

"Tommaso Ricci, Lady Sovereign. I served your father for twenty years." His voice broke.

"I was there that night. The night we lost everything."

"Then help me take it back."

First mission accomplished.

They brought me to their safehouse. A warehouse on the edge of Palermo. Filled with men who'd been hiding in shadows for fifteen years.

"How many?" I asked Tommaso.

"Forty-three men. Some women. Children of soldiers who died."

"We've been waiting, Lady Sovereign. Fifteen years. Hoping the heir Alessandro mentioned was real."

"We were hunted after Alessandro's death," he paused, "by Don Caruso."

My hands fisted. My jaw clenched.

Of course. Dante again. Always Dante.

"Don Caruso is my ex-husband," I said quietly.

The room went completely silent.

I told them everything. The marriage. The lies. Finding the truth. The divorce at gunpoint.

"I'm here to avenge my family," I concluded.

Tommaso was quiet for a long moment. Then he spoke.

"We had nothing to fight for before. Now we have direction. We will fight for you, Lady Sovereign."

The room erupted. Men shouting their loyalty. Pounding fists on tables.

I felt something shift inside me. Something cold and hard settling into place.

This is real. This is happening.

"We thought Anthony didn't survive," Tommaso said.

"We never heard from him after everything died down."

Hearing Anthony's name brought the pain back. Sharp and fresh.

He knew who I was. Who Dante was. And I ignored his warnings until it was too late.

I remembered Anthony's body in the river. Elena's remains found years later.

How dare Dante. How dare he take everyone I loved.

"Who ordered the hit?" I asked. My voice barely steady.

"Who killed my family?"

Tommaso leaned forward.

"It was blamed on the Vitales. Lorenzo Vitale's son supposedly led the attack. But the real orchestrator was obvious. Someone who benefited when Sovereign territories became available."

"The Carusos controlled the territories after. Right?"

Tommaso nodded.

"Within months of your family's death, Caruso moved in. Claimed the territories were abandoned. That they were maintaining order." He spat.

"Maintaining order by dancing on graves."

I stood. My legs unsteady.

I made the right decision leaving. At least I made one good decision in my life.

"What do you need from us?" Tommaso asked.

"Everything." I turned to face all the men in the room.

"Teach me everything I need to know. I'm a Sovereign by blood. Now I need to become one by skill. I need to take back what was stolen from us."

"And Dante Caruso?"

"I'm going to destroy him." My voice was ice.

"Piece by piece. Everything he built on my family's blood, I'm going to burn to the ground."

The room erupted again. Louder this time. Men pledging loyalty. Swearing vengeance.

I stood there feeling my old life die. And something new rising from the ashes.

Bella Russo is dead. Long live Isabella Sovereign.

That night, I stood on the balcony overlooking Palermo. A city my father once controlled.

My city. My birthright. Stolen by the man I married.

Tommaso appeared beside me.

"Tell me about them," I said.

"My parents."

He sighed. The silence stretched long.

"Tomorrow. Not tonight. You should rest."

He paused.

"It won't be easy, Lady Sovereign. Becoming who you need to be. It requires sacrifice."

"I've already sacrificed everything."

"No." He looked at me with sad eyes.

"Not yet. But you will."

He walked away, leaving me alone. Watching the city sparkle below.

The war has started. And I'm changing.

I just hoped when this was over, when I'd burned down everything Dante built and stood victorious in the ashes, I'd still recognize the woman in the mirror.

But I'm willing to risk it. Even if I die trying.

My phone buzzed again. Dante calling. Again.

I turned it off.

Let him search. Let him worry. Let him wonder what happened to his sweet, obedient Bella.

He wouldn't find her. She didn't exist anymore.

Tomorrow, the real work would begin. Training. Planning. Building an army.

But tonight, I allowed myself one moment. One breath. One last look at the scared girl I used to be.

Then I'll let her go.

And became someone new.

Someone dangerous.

Someone who would make Dante Caruso regret the day he decided to marry Alessandro Sovereign's daughter.

I'm coming for you, Dante. And when I'm done, you'll wish you'd killed me too.