We Begin At The End

Everyone knew it - the high-society elite, the tabloids, even the most obscure celebrity in Rome - that Luca De Santis, the dashing CEO of De Santis Investment Bank, hadn't married for love. Not her, not Amber, the penniless American intern who'd made the grave mistake of falling into his bed and getting pregnant with his child. It was whispered in the grand halls of Italian society, echoed by his ruthless mother, who never failed to remind Amber of her "fortunate accident" that had thrust her into this world of opulence.
From the day they wed, Luca's family loathed her. She was the outsider, the scandalous mistress who had torn him away from the beautiful and adored Carlotta Fiorentino, the heiress who everyone believed was destined to be Mrs. De Santis.
But the final blow was watching him retreat entirely - not just from her, but from their son, Nico. So, Amber did the only thing she could. She left. Packed her bags, took Nico, and fled back to the States. Luca barely batted an eye. And within weeks, he was back with Carlotta, the woman everyone believed he should have been with all along.
Now, four years later, Rome buzzed again with wedding excitement. Luca was set to marry Carlotta, and this time, it was going to be a royal affair - a spectacle that would unite two of Italy's most powerful families. The wedding of the century, everyone called it.
But Amber was back. With their son. In Rome.