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SEALED CONTRACT
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2025-05-09 00:10:37BLOOD AND VOW
--- CHAPTER TWO TERMS OF PEACE “Power doesn’t ask permission. It makes demands.” --- Emilia sat across from Alessio in a room full of enemies pretending to be allies. Right now, she's holding herself from snapping the head of this motherfuckers sitting across the table. The table between them was long, polished, and empty—except for a single folder. Inside were the terms. Marriage contract. Asset clauses. Conditions. All dressed up in clean legal language to make it look civilized. It wasn’t. This was a blood deal. Alessio didn’t speak. He just watched her with that same unreadable expression. Like he was trying to decide whether to argue with her or eliminate her. Don Salvatore Moretti cleared his throat. “You’ll keep your family name. Publicly, at least.” “How generous,” Emilia said, voice like ice. “There will be joint control over neutral territories,” her uncle added. “The church wedding is next month. Press and politics will be handled discreetly.” “And the funeral?” she snapped. Silence. Alessio leaned forward, eyes steady. “It will be done with respect. No cameras. No stage.” “That’s what you think I care about?” she said. “Respect?” He didn’t blink. “I think you care about power. And this is how you keep it.” --- Later, Rosa found her alone in the greenhouse. The air was damp and thick with lavender and decay. “You going to sign it?” Rosa asked. Emilia didn’t answer. “I know you hate him,” Rosa said. “But you’ll survive this. You always do.” Emilia stared through the glass at the storm clouds rolling in. “This isn’t survival,” she said. “This is surrender.” “No,” Rosa said gently. “This is strategy.” --- That night, she signed the contract. Not for peace. Not for family. For control. If they were going to use her name, her body, her life—she’d make damn sure they couldn’t control her soul. --- STRANGERS WITH GUNS “Marriage built on lies is still binding in blood.” --- The first time Emilia set foot in the Moretti estate, she wore black. Not for mourning. For war. Two SUVs escorted her through the gates. Every guard she passed stared too long. Like they didn’t know if they should salute her or search her. Inside, everything smelled expensive—leather, tobacco, silence. The kind of silence that only comes from money and the promise of violence. Alessio met her in the grand hall. He wore a crisp suit and a colder expression. No smile. No welcome. Just a nod. “This is your house now,” he said. “It’s not a house,” she replied, eyes sweeping the marble, the chandeliers, the armed guards. “It’s a mausoleum.” His mouth twitched like he almost smiled. “You'll fit in perfectly.” --- Her room was three doors down from his. Not connected. Not shared. There was no talk of honeymoon or affection. Only territory, image, alliances. He laid out the rules that night over a glass of bourbon in the library. “No public drama,” he said. “You smile when the cameras flash. You don’t talk to the press. You don’t touch anything without clearing it with me.” Emilia sipped her wine. “Is that your idea of foreplay?” He looked at her then. Really looked. And something shifted in his gaze. Interest. Annoyance. Hunger. She couldn’t tell. “You think this is a game,” he said. “No,” she replied, voice cool. “I think you’re underestimating your bride.” --- She found the hidden gun in her nightstand before midnight. A message, not a gift. Loaded. Safety off. She slid it under her pillow and didn’t sleep. --
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