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Author: Veetoria
last update Last Updated: 2025-03-24 22:41:55
SERAFINA

I wasn't nervous.

At least that's the lie I told myself as I stared at myself in the vanity mirror.

Was I excited? Maybe. Anxious? A little. Conflicted? Definitely.

Why you might ask? Because after being married for months, I was going on a romantic dinner with my husband and I didn't know what to expect because this was unfamiliar territory.

My fingers trembled slightly as I secured the final clasp on my diamond earrings. I had chosen a rich deep purple off-the-shoulder dress, with an asymmetrical neckline and draped satin that extended over an arm.

It clung to my figure in all the right places, the high slit revealing just enough of my thigh to be a distraction. I let out a breath, running my hand over the fabric as Nadia fussed around, arranging my hair in soft waves.

“You look like a dream,” she murmured, stepping back to admire her work.

A small smile tugged at my lips. “A dream or a well-dressed lamb walking into the lion's den?”

Nadia snorted. “
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  • A Bride For A Truce   Dinner with the devil

    SERAPHINA’S POV Diana and Matteo had arrived a little over twenty minutes ago. She had introduced us and it was good to finally meet the man my best friend has been obsessing over. Diana’s voice was the first thing I heard when I stepped out of the kitchen with a tray of fruit and pastries. “I told the man, if you ever try to explain how to use an IV drip to me again, I’m going to insert it somewhere less than ideal.” Matteo laughed, low and amused, his head tilted back as he sat comfortably on our couch. “Remind me never to get on your bad side, Bella.” “Oh, you already have,” she quipped, sipping her tea. I set the tray on the coffee table with a smile. “Play nice, you two.” “I am playing nice,” Diana said, tossing me a playful glance. “This is the nicest I’ve been to him in months.” Matteo grinned at me, his dimple flashing. “I’m trying to win her over again. Clearly, it’s working.” “I’m not that easy,” Diana muttered, crossing her legs. But she didn’t pull

  • A Bride For A Truce   Smoke before the fire.

    Adrik’s Pov Sergei slid the folder across the table like it was just another dossier. But we both knew it wasn’t. I didn’t reach for it. Not yet. “What do you have for me?” “We confirmed it,” he said, his tone was quick and to the point. “Matteo Ricci. A camorra soldier. Former foot soldier. He’s been climbing the ranks for years. He kept his nose clean on paper, but he’s one of theirs.” I opened the file slowly, flipping through photographs, phone logs, surveillance records. Pages of Matteo’s activity from the last six months. Then one image hit like a gut punch. It was Matteo walking into that café in the mall. The same one Sera, Irina, and Diana had visited months ago. My jaw clenched. “That day…” I murmured. “When a man bumped into Sera. She found a letter slipped into her bag warning her not to trust me.” Sergei tapped the photo. “He’s the one who planted it. We traced a burner phone he used. He made a call less than an hour later. That number is tied to Viktor P

  • A Bride For A Truce   Let’s get started

    SERA Adrik’s lips were soft against mine. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t angry. It was slow. He kissed me so sweetly that my toes curled. When he finally pulled away, his eyes stayed locked on mine. That familiar icy gaze softened, just a little. He brushed a thumb over my cheek and then down to my jaw. “Get dressed, Zolotse, in as much as I'd like to tear you apart right now. I don’t want your food getting cold,” he murmured. I felt my cheeks heat up and I nodded. My heart trembled with more emotion than my body could hold. “I’ll meet you downstairs.” He said before leaving the room. I didn’t even change out of the silk. I simply slipped a robe over it, tied it gently, and padded down to the dining room barefoot. The lights were low. The candles flickered across the table I’d set. And Adrik was already seated, his sleeves rolled up, his eyes on the wine bottle he’d just uncorked. He looked up as I entered. “You made pasta.” “I know how much you love eating mine.”

  • A Bride For A Truce   I love you baby

    SERA It had been three days since Adrik found out about the letters. Three days of him giving me half-hearted nods and distance. He still spoke to me. Technically. But every word was clipped. Every glance, cold. Like he was forcing himself to remain civil. Like the quiet war inside him hadn’t yet decided whether to forgive me—or shut me out for good. This morning, I caught him swimming laps in the rooftop pool. His strokes were sharp, methodical, and angry. With each stroke, his muscles flexed and I couldn't help but admire him. I padded in quietly, my robe wrapped tight around me. My fingers twisted the sash nervously as I stood at the edge of the water. “Adrik?” I said gently. He didn’t stop. “Can we talk?” He came up for air, pushing wet hair out of his face. “Oh wow. Someone suddenly wants to tell her husband things,” he said sarcastically. “Please,” I said, stepping closer. He rested his arms on the edge, water dripping down his shoulders. “You shou

  • A Bride For A Truce   Told me sooner

    Sera (A week later) The sky was still a deep gray when I slipped out of bed, my heart pounding like a warning bell in my chest. Adrik’s arm was draped over my waist, his breathing even and steady beside me. Safe. Solid. Warm. And yet the guilt that gnawed at my insides didn’t care about warmth or comfort. It chewed through everything, relentless and cold. It had been a little over a week since I spoke to Diana and with each passing day, I felt like I was digging myself into a hole I might not be able to crawl out from. I tiptoed out of bed and padded toward the kitchen, wrapping my robe tighter around myself. The penthouse was silent—except for the soft hum of the espresso machine as I prepared his coffee, the way he liked it. Strong, no sugar, splash of cream. My fingers trembled as I carried the mug back upstairs. He was still lying on his side, bare chest half-buried beneath the comforter, his dark hair tousled from sleep. He looked peaceful. I hated that I

  • A Bride For A Truce   Actions have consequences

    ADRIKThe scent of toasted brioche and cinnamon wafted through the air as I stepped into the kitchen, fastening the last button on my cuffs.She stood by the stove in nothing but one of my shirts, sleeves rolled up, bare legs brushing the cool tiles. The morning light spilled across her highlighting her Auburn hair.I leaned against the doorway, my arms crossed. “You’re really trying to keep me home, aren’t you?”She glanced back with a smirk. “You think this is enough to keep you from the Bratva world?”I walked up behind her, wrapped my arms around her waist, and nuzzled the side of her neck.“No,” I said against her skin. “But it makes me wish I could leave it behind.”She stilled for a second. Then she flipped the egg in the pan and exhaled. “Then come back in one piece. That’s all I ask.”I kissed her shoulder, letting my lips linger on her waist. “Always.”And in that moment I felt peace. The kind only she could give me. The kind that felt like home.

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