The wedding day

DOMINIC

“So, is that everything about her?” Dominic asked, not looking up from the file on his desk.

Scorpion..real name Raymond..stood across from him, arms crossed behind his back. People in the underworld feared him too, not just because of the way he killed, but because of the man he served. Everyone called him Scorpion because his sting was always silent… but deadly.

“Yes, boss,” Scorpion replied. “That’s everything we could find.Amara is just Nineteen years old, No training, looks decent and harmless, But there’s something off.”

Dominic raised a brow. “Off, how?”

“She interfered in an execution. Tried to save the target Bianca Leone was supposed to kill. No weapon, no plan… she just reacted. Out of emotion.”

Dominic leaned back in his chair. “So, she’s foolish.”

“Maybe,” Scorpion said. “Or maybe she’s just… not like them.”

Dominic looked up, waiting.

“She was in medical school,” Scorpion continued. “Dropped out after her parents died. she wanted to be a doctor.

“Interesting, She wants to bandage wounds while her family slices throats.”

He glanced sideways at Scorpion. “That’s not just a weakness. That’s foolishness.”

There was silence.

Then Scorpion spoke again. “Since the wedding is tomorrow… don’t you think you should meet her? Even if it’s once? You both will be joined at the altar, boss.”

Dominic didn’t hesitate.

“No.”

He stood up slowly, his tall frame casting a shadow across the room. “Let her meet me at the altar. Nothing beautiful will come out of meeting her. It’s not love. It’s business. Let’s not pretend.”

Scorpion didn’t say more. He knew when to stop. He nodded once and walked out of the office, leaving Dominic alone.

Dominic stood by the window, staring at the dark sky.

Marriage…..Woman

It was never part of his plans. In fact, in this life, it disgusted him. Maybe in another life, his next life, he would consider it. But in this one?

He didn’t even believe in love.

This wedding wasn’t from his heart. It was from duty. From pressure.

His father’s last wish..“End the bloodshed. Make peace with the Leone family. Join hands instead of cutting throats.”

But how do you join fire and water?

Leone and Romano… they were never meant to co-exist. One had to burn for the other to live.

And now, here he was, marrying a Leone girl.

because this marriage was the price of peace.

Still, Dominic wasn’t stupid.

He didn’t trust the Leones. Not even for a second.

Especially not a girl raised in their house.

She might be innocent on paper, but in this world, innocence could be a weapon too.

So, he had no plans to give her breathing space. No freedom. No false hope.

She would be under control. His rules. His terms.

Because the moment she tried to betray him…

He would crush her, cut her head off….

***

THE WEDDING DAY

AMARA

“You are so beautiful,” Carla said softly, her eyes lighting up as she stared at Amara.

Amara stood in front of the mirror, still in her robe, her hands gently brushing against the edge of the table. She hadn’t even worn the wedding dress yet, but her beauty was already clear. The makeup artist, one of the best in the city, handpicked by Bianca had worked magic on her face.

Covered all the bruises perfectly. No one would know what she looked like yesterday.

But even though she looked like a bride, she didn’t feel like one.

Amara looked around the room. This was a dream she once had… but in her dream, she was marrying someone kind. Someone who feared God. Someone who would hold her with love and call her “mine” with joy.

Instead, she was marrying a man feared across the underworld.

A man whose name made grown men shiver.

A combo of monster and beast…

She swallowed hard and blinked quickly to stop herself from crying.

There would be no friends dancing around her No one except Carla.

And even Carla looked like she didn’t know how to be happy for her.

Just then, the door opened gently.

Amara turned slightly and saw him..her uncle.

Mario Leone.

Carla quickly stepped aside and gave a small bow before walking out of the room. The door closed behind her.

Amara faced the mirror again, her eyes focusing on her reflection.

She said nothing.

Uncle Mario took slow steps into the room and stood behind her. His eyes scanned her from head to toe.

“You look good,” he said in a calm voice. “Very good.”

Amara stayed quiet. Her face didn’t change. She didn’t even blink. She just kept looking at herself in the mirror.

Mario walked closer, then bent slightly and dropped a white envelope near her foot. She looked down slowly but didn’t reach for it.

“You think this is just a marriage, don’t you?” he said quietly,. “You think you’ll go there and just be a wife.”

He shook his head and gave a small cold smile.

“No. This is not a marriage. This is a mission.”

Amara slowly turned to face him.

He nodded at the envelope. “Read it later. Everything I want to say is in there. But let me explain a little now..so you understand what you’re walking into.”

He stepped back slightly, folding his hands behind him like he always did when giving orders.

“You’re not going there to start a family or be some rich man’s wife. You are going there to watch. To listen. To bring back what we need. The Romano family is still our enemy. This wedding is only for peace on the surface. But deep down, we know who they are.”

Amara’s jaw tightened.

“You’re staying there for one year. That’s all I need from you. One year. Enough time to gather the right information. Their weak points. Their plans. Their secrets. And when I’m done using what I get from you…” He gave a short shrug. “You can leave. Run. Or divorce him. It won’t matter.”

Amara looked him dead in the eyes. Her voice came out low, but firm.

“So, after everything… after all you’ve done to me… you’re still dragging me into your war.”

Mario’s eyes narrowed. “You are a Leone. Your blood is mine. And if you can’t be strong like Bianca, you’ll still be useful in a different way.”

He moved toward the door, but paused before opening it.

“Be smart, Amara. Use your face. Use your silence. He won’t suspect you. That’s your only strength.”

Then he left, the door clicking softly behind him.

Amara stood in front of the mirror, holding the envelope in her hand.

She opened it, read her uncle’s note, and quietly dropped it on the table.

She looked at her reflection again.

A tear rolled down her cheek. She wiped it quickly.

Then she leaned closer to the mirror and whispered,

“It might be your game… but I’ll play by my own rules.”