A year later
I stood at the altar, my heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. The day I had dreamed of for so long was finally here. Before me, Ivan stood, his eyes locked onto mine with such affection that I could feel the warmth spreading through me. In just a few minutes, he would officially become my husband. As the priest began to speak, his words became a distant hum in the background. It felt as though it was just Ivan and I in that moment, the entire world fading away around us. His gaze held mine steadfastly, "Clarissa, do you take Ivan to be your lawfully wedded husband?" the priest's voice finally pierced through my thoughts. "I do," I answered dreamily, my voice barely above a whisper. Ivan smiled, a smirk dancing on his lips as he gazed at me with unwavering affection. The moment seemed frozen in time, suspended between anticipation and fulfillment. "And do you, Ivan, take Clarissa to be your lawfully wedded wife?" the priest turned to him. "I do," Ivan's voice rang out with confidence, his eyes never leaving mine. The priest then addressed the audience, "Do the audience accept this union? Speak now or forever hold your peace." For a moment, the crowd remained silent, as if holding their breath in anticipation. The air was thick with emotion and tension. Then, unexpectedly, a voice broke the solemn silence. "I object to this union!" Gasps rippled through the audience, heads turned to locate the source of the interruption My heart skipped a beat as I searched the crowd, my mind racing with confusion and fear. Who would dare object? I turned to look at the source of the voice and my voice was caught in my throat, it was a man, he looked so handsome, his hair was pulled back to the back of his head in a bun, and his stormy grey eyes seemed to be filled with anger. I felt like I knew him from somewhere but the more I thought about it, I came up with nothing but headaches. “What is the meaning of this” Ivan snarled at the handsome stranger. “Shut the fuck up Ivan,” the stranger snapped at Ivan who growled and was pissed off. I looked at the stranger as if he was mad, i had never seen someone talk to Ivan the way he just did, it seemed he had a death wish, but judging from the way he spoke and carried himself, I knew he didn't fear Ivan. “This is my goddamn wedding, you have no right to interrupt Dominic,” Ivan snapped at the stranger who narrowed his eyes at him. I could see both of them stare at themselves with so much hate. “I'm here for my wife, and then I will be on my way,” the man who I knew to be Dominic responded and I could hear the gasp in the atmosphere, I could see men standing up among the crowd, and I knew very well this was an ambush, whoever this man was, I knew he as dangerous. The man who stood up, appeared to be with him, and that scared me the most, but I was confused and scared, who in their right mind interrupts a wedding just to take their wife? I implored Dominic, "Could you please take your wife and leave us in peace?" His gaze shifted to me, and I noticed a fleeting emotion in his eyes, though I couldn't quite grasp what it was. “Yes I would, come with me, please Eve, I promise, I would make life far more for you than I ever did,” he said looking at me as I looked at it in confusion. What was this, he referred to me as Eve meanwhile my name was Clarissa, and why would he be calling me his wife? I looked at him like he had gone mad, but knew he meant what he had said judging by his expression. The scar on his face stood out and made him look dangerously handsome. “Stop this madness, you have no right to show your face here after what you have done, you have no right being here,” Ivan said as he stepped forth, I could see how shaken he looked but he masked it up with his facial expressions. I was confused about what was going on. Why did this man refer to me as his wife? Why was Ivan shaken by the event? What was happening? “Madness, you should count yourself lucky, that I let you live, Eve is coming with me, and anyone that has a problem with that can face my wrath” Dominic roared out and as soon as the words left his lips I could see the men bringing out a gun from their bodies and this scared the crowd. “What's happening, someone tell me what's happening?” I pleaded as I turned to look at Ivan who was staring at Dominic with so much hate and anger in his eyes everyone seemed to know who Dominic was except me and this scared the hell out of me. “You lied to her, you swine, why don't you tell her who im i, tell her what you did, tell her who you are, forcing her to marry you, you traitor” Dominic snapped at Ivan who stayed silent, I looked at Ivan and I could see that he couldn't meet my eyes. “No, I accepted to wed Ivan, he is to be my husband and I love him more than anything, I don't know you, and I ask that you leave,” I intercepted him, I didn't know who he was but I sure as hell wasn't going to let him crash my wedding. “Never, I left you time and time again, but I would never leave you, you may not know me, but I know you would never accept this union, you being forced into this but I promise I am going to make everything right” he answered. And without a word, he pulled out his gun and fired.A year laterEverything had been going well; for the first time in my life, I didn’t have to run or live in fear.After the conflict, we held a large burial for the men who had lost their lives while protecting me and Harper.I ensured she received a proper burial, as she had sacrificed her life to save me in the end. She had been a wonderful sister, even though I had pushed her away time and again.We began to rebuild, and new laws were established within the mafia. Dominic sold our old house and moved us to the countryside. Everything seemed to be going smoothly; we renewed our vows after all the people we once knew were gone.It was just the two of us. We hadn’t heard from Valentina since then, only that they had paid a hefty price for killing our men. The last I heard, Valentino was forced to marry Camilla to a drug baron as their economy collapsed. It turned out they had gone bankrupt, which explained why they had tried to take everything from us.Life with Dominic has been wonder
Dominic squeezed the trigger, and the silencer did an excellent job of concealing the sound, preventing the men from realizing that their leader had been shot.For a brief moment, I feared he had killed her—that Valentina was lifeless. However, as she fell to the ground, clutching her shoulder, it became clear that he hadn’t delivered a fatal shot. He had only wounded her, just enough to ensure her survival but render her unable to defend herself.Initially, I thought his plan was foolish, but I placed my trust in him. He had used her to help us escape, a feat that had seemed impossible just moments ago. I had nearly lost hope of ever being alive or seeing my son again, but he made it a reality.We were finally safe.Dominic approached me, his dark eyes searching my face before he enveloped us both in his strong, steady embrace. It felt secure. I took a deep breath, burying my face in his chest.It was finally over."You can go now," he whispered, pressing his lips gently against my f
After my confrontation with both of them, theydraged me toward a van. My head throbbed, and my vision was blurry, but I could still make out the figures around me. Someone yanked the gun from my grasp as I was shoved into an SUV. Vincent drove, and Camila sat beside me. The sight of her still wearing Clarissa’s dress pissed me off. It was like she was mocking me—mocking us. No one spoke. The air was thick with tension, but I could feel Vincent’s anger radiating off him. I knew exactly why. The words I had said to him earlier still lingered in his mind, cutting deep. As for Camila, she was so rattled that she casually dropped the gun on the seat beside her and turned to stare out the window. It was a careless mistake, and I took full advantage of it. Swiftly, without drawing attention, I palmed the gun. By the time we arrived at the warehouse, my mind was sharp, my pulse steady. As soon as the SUV came to a stop, I opened the door and stepped out. Camila followed, but before
The air grew heavy with tension. My heart pounded as the door swung open again, and Dominic stepped inside. His dark eyes scanned the room, landing on me. Something flashed in his gaze—anger, concern, relief. He looked like a man ready to burn the world down for me. Would he?“mother, “valntina called, as she walked over to her and whispered in her ears.“Where the fuck is my son?”dominic asked the them , as hey turned to look at him.“camila , bring the boy to his parent”she ordered, camillla who walked out the door shuting it.But I knew what Valentina was about to do. She would make him choose. Me or his empire. Valentina clapped her hands together. "Ah, Dominic. So good of you to join us." "Cut the bullshit, Valentina." His voice was low, dangerous. "Let her go, and bring my son , i dont have tie for games" She smirked, taking a step toward him. "Now, why would I do that? You walked right into my trap, just as I knew you would." Dominic’s jaw tightened. His entire
My wrists ached from the tight bonds cutting into my skin. My eyes were blindfolded, leaving me in a world of darkness. But I wasn’t alone. There was someone in front of me—singing. A soft, haunting tune. The voice was feminine, sultry, and laced with amusement. I knew it wa sher singing , tauting me.I shifted slightly, testing my restraints. Rope. Tight. No way out. My pulse pounded as I forced myself to breathe evenly. Panicking wouldn’t help me now. "You know," Valentina said, her voice smooth as silk, "I once loved a man."she started. My body stiffened. "I loved him so much, but then I realized men are shit, one moment they love ou and the next the cheat on ou with another woman" She chuckled, a dark, humorless sound. "People are shit." My jaw clenched. I didn’t respond. "I grew to become the only Donna in my county—a female one. And to hold power, I had to be ruthless. There was no room for softness, no space for love." The blindfold was suddenly ripped from my face
Dominic POVI stared at Vincent, whose eyes gleamed with unrestrained greed. He wanted the empire I held—no, he craved it. It wasn’t just about power; it was about proving he was better than me, that he could tear down everything I built and reshape it in his image. I smirked. “This is your idea, isn’t it? This power struggle?” My voice carried amusement, but beneath it lay a sharp edge. Vincent frowned, his lips pressing into a tight line. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he snapped, his tone impatient, defensive. I stepped closer, my gaze never leaving his. “You held the empire for a week—just a week, Vincent—and in that time, everything our family worked so hard to build collapsed.” I let the words sink in, watching the flicker of irritation in his expression. “Now you want it again? To destroy everything and hand it over to these foreigners? Do you really think they’ll let you rule? No, Vincent, they’ll make you their puppet, and you’ll be dancing to their tune fo