The Mafia Princess Is a Miracle Healer Chapter 08
When we were together, I’d spent years carefully managing his health.
In seven years without me, he’d run himself into the ground.
I didn’t have to do anything.
Every day left to him was going to hurt.
Carlo fell apart fast.
His body started announcing what was happening in ways he could no longer hide.
Hair loss. Vomiting.
Lesions spreading across his skin.
Rumors leaked. The Vittori heir had HIV.
The internet ran with it. Speculation everywhere.
People said he’d brought it on himself. Others called it what it was: payback.
The company’s stock fell and kept falling.
Emergency board meetings. Shareholders calling for his removal.
But Carlo no longer had the strength to walk into a boardroom.
Fever that wouldn’t break.
Thirty pounds gone in two weeks.
He became volatile, snapping at anyone who got near him.
