She knew the wedding was inevitable. That’s why she let herself have one last night, one reckless, sinful night with him. Nico Moreti. The man who made her forget the world. It was supposed to be their final goodbye. A stolen moment before she was forced into a marriage she never wanted. But when she walks down the aisle the next day, ready to marry the most feared mafia boss in the country, she looks up and sees him. Her Nico. Standing beside the groom as his son. The realization hits her like a bullet to the chest as his cold, burning gaze strips her bare in front of everyone. She never thought she’d see him again much more him turning out to be her new stepson. She never wanted this marriage. Never wanted to belong to Salvatore Moreti, a man who buries his wives before their bodies go cold. But she’s trapped. And the man she loves? He’s part of the people sharpening the knife. Because Nico won’t forgive nor let her go. And he sure as hell won’t let her forget who touched her first. Now, there’s no way out. Because in this world, love doesn’t save you. It destroys you.
Lihat lebih banyakNico’s POV.She was smiling.That cruel, mocking smile that used to be mine.And the second I saw it, I just could not help but feel like she was lying.“Why chase the pup when I can have the beast?” she said, mouth curving like this was all some sort of cosmic joke. Like I was just the idiot in her carefully orchestrated plan. “Seriously, you, Nico, can’t compare to your father.”The fuck?Her eyes glittered like she’d won something. And maybe she had. Maybe this was all a game to her—fuck the son, marry the father and just walk away like she didn’t set fire to everything in her path.I should hate her.But all I could think was: God, that smile.I wanted to wipe it off her face.No. Actually, I wanted to steal it. I wanted to lock it away. Make it something only I got to see. Something only I got to ruin.“So Nico,” she added, “you don’t have to cling to that one night like you were some sort of scared virgin. Or should I have sent you a thank-you card for taking mine?”My blood tur
Sapphire’s POV.I honestly don’t know how I made it through the rest of the ceremony at the altar.I don’t even remember saying my vows, nor do I remember the weight of Salvatore’s lips pressing against mine as he sealed me into this prison of a marriage.All I know is that the moment I stepped away from that altar, he was still around.Nico.He was still watching me. His eyes was burned into my skin like some sort of accusation. A question or a promise.I did not dare meet his gaze. I just couldn’t. Not anymore.I could feel his rage and anger swirling in the air around me like a storm about to break. So I did the only thing I could. I tried to hide.The moment the first part of the ceremony ended, I made some excuse to Alessia, my friend. I told her that I needed to change, that the reception dress was waiting for me upstairs and that I could go alone.She of course hesitated, she knew me too well after all. But in the end, she nodded.And so I slipped away.The bridal suite was wel
Nico’s POV.I shouldn’t be here.Hell, I should never have stepped foot back into this same space that had my father in it. Into the empire of rot and darkness that always seemed to choke the air out of my lungs.I should have just burned that invitation the second it landed in my hands. I should have simply laughed like I usually did, at my father getting married again, and then tossed it into the nearest fire.But then I saw her picture and my entire world shifted.At first, I thought she must have had a twin or some sort of doppelgänger.Even now, as I stood at the back of this cathedral, I almost convinced myself that I was still wrong, that I was simply seeing things. That my mind was still fogged from last night, still drunk off her taste, and that was why I was seeing her in this woman.But then she turned and our eyes met.And the way she immediately paled, the way her eyes went wide with shock, confirmed it all for me.It was her.It was indeed Sapphire. My Sapphire.My mind
Sapphire’s POV.“You know, Sapphire. A wife must always obey. If he asks you to kneel, you kneel, anything he asks of you must be done.”I scoffed as I stared at my fingers rather than the mirror before me. “Even if he asks me to jump into fire?” I asked in a sarcastic tone.“Yes, even that. You must also learn to spread your legs as widely as he—”I choked on my own breath. “Mother!”My fingers curled into the silk of my wedding gown, but my mother did not care about any of it. Her hands, ice cold and devoid of care, simply fastened the pearl necklace around my throat, tightening it as if it was some sort of leash.But then, maybe it was her own version of a leash.“Oh please, don’t be so dramatic,” she muttered as she took a few steps back to inspect me.Dramatic? Really?She was marrying me off to Salvatore Moreti, the most feared man in the country. A widower whose past five wives have mysteriously disappeared, and she expected me to do what? Smile about it?“You need to learn to
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