Maria’s POV
I watched from the shadows of the second-floor landing as Vito’s car pulled out of the driveway. The red taillights faded into the New York drizzle, and I finally let the pathetic, trembling mask slip from my face. My wrist didn't hurt at all. In fact, I felt a surge of adrenaline that made me want to dance.
"Stupid, arrogant man," I whispered to the empty hallway.
He was so easy to manipulate. All it took was a few crocodile tears and a reminder of the "debt" he owed me, and he’d come running, leaving that little b***h Isabella alone in her misery.
I leaned against the doorframe of my room, a slow smirk spreading across my lips. My plan had worked perfectly. When I heard that David had saved Isabella from that 'accident' I arranged, I was livid. That meddling doctor was su
