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Chapter 15: Promises

Author: Nita Writes
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-30 18:25:51

Enzo's Pov

I leave the house with a weight pressing on my chest. I told myself this marriage would be simple—a contract, a façade—but Arianna’s face when she saw Sasha’s photograph won’t leave my mind. I’d expected annoyance, maybe even resentment. That I could live with. But sadness? Real sadness? That was something I didn’t prepare for.

I shake my head, pushing the thought away. I can’t let myself think like that. She has to understand—this is a sham, and it will always be that way. That’s what keeps us both safe. The boundaries must stay sharp, unmovable.

The truck pulls up to Antonio’s estate. As always, the gates open without a question, recognition enough of who I am and why I’m here. I would’ve preferred not to disturb them tonight—they’re probably still drained from the wedding and the flight—but the envelope in my hand carries information that can’t wait.

I step out, straighten my jacket, and make my way toward the main entrance. Inside, the house smells like roasted bread a
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