LOGINZayden’s POVI stood in front of the mirror in my bedroom, fastening the cufflinks on my black suit. The silk tie was already knotted, the jacket pressed and hanging on the back of the chair. Everything had to be perfect.Nico leaned against the wall by the window, scrolling through his phone."Where did you say the wedding was being held?" I asked without turning around.“In one of the reception halls inside the Mendoza mansion,” Nico replied. “Alejandro wanted it private and controlled. Minimal guests. Invitation-only.”I let out a quiet hum.“Smart,” I admitted. “He’s trying to avoid unnecessary attention.”“Not just attention,” Nico corrected. “He’s trying to avoid you.”That almost made me smile. I buttoned my sleeve slowly. “And security?”Nico exhaled. "Tight. Very tight. Alejandro is doing everything he can to ensure this wedding is well-organised and secure. He doesn't want anything to stop it.”I smirked. "Well. Sucks for him." I grabbed my watch from the dresser and fastene
Bella’s POVThey say a wedding day is supposed to be the happiest day of a woman’s life.No one ever tells you what it’s supposed to feel like when it isn’t.The lace of my dress itched against my skin as I stood before the mirror, my fingers fumbling with the final pearl button on my sleeve.I couldn’t tell if it was my hands shaking… or my whole body. But something about me felt like one false move and I would utterly break.My reflection stared back at me like a stranger.Wide eyes. Pale cheeks. Lips slightly parted like I’d forgotten how to breathe. My hair was pinned so tight it felt like it might split my skull if I moved the wrong way.A bride. That’s what I was supposed to be. All I wanted to be. But now, my biggest dream is turning into my worst nightmare.“Are you okay?” Rosa asked me.I nodded. Somewhere down the hall, a string quartet played a soft waltz—elegant, beautiful, completely detached from the reality clawing at my chest.I inhaled slowly then held it. Trying to
Bella’s POVToday was my wedding day. I sat at the edge of my bed, my hands resting limp in my lap, my fingers curled slightly into the fabric of my dress.I couldn’t sleep because every time I closed my eyes, I saw Lucia’s terrified face as they dragged her away.I looked up at the clock. It was almost time. I had agreed to this. I had actually agreed to marry Matteo.The thought of it made my stomach twist. But I didn’t have any other choice. I was doing this for my friend. My family. Myself.A knock sounded on the door, snapping me from my thoughts.I didn’t even look up before I answered. “Come in.”The door opened. I expected Rosa or one of the maids. Instead, Matteo stepped inside. “Mi Principessa.” He said with a grin.I stood up immediately, heart slamming against my ribs. “What are you doing in my room?”He closed the door behind him with a soft click, his eyes moving over me slowly.“I know it’s uncultural to see the bride before the wedding,” he said, voice smooth, “but I
Bella’s POVThe silence after Matteo left was deafening.I stayed on the floor for what felt like hours, my knees pressed against the cold marble, Lucia’s screams still echoing in my head.Rafael eventually helped me up, but I barely felt his hands. Everything felt distant and numb.We moved to the living room and everywhere was tense. Rafael stood near me, rigid and silent, while my father paced.“You can’t marry him,” Rafael said suddenly, voice low but firm. “Bella, you can’t do it. Sorry, but you can’t.”My father stopped pacing. “Are you blind, Rafael? Did you not just see what happened here? He took her friend. He threatened to rape and kill her in front of us. If she doesn’t marry him tomorrow, we’re all dead.”Rafael stepped forward, anger flashing in his eyes. “So you’re just going to sell her? After everything Mom went through trying to save her from this?”“I’m trying to keep this family alive!” my father roared. “Your mother is dead because of Zayden. Do you want the rest
Bella’s POVLucia lay beside me on the bed, her head propped on her hand, looking at me with those eyes that always saw too much."So," she said, breaking the silence. "It doesn't matter who you get married to tomorrow… I'm still the maid of honour, yes?"I blinked at her. Then I laughed. A real laugh. Small and tired, but real."You're insane," I said."Insanely dedicated," she corrected, grinning. "Someone has to hold your bouquet while you hyperventilate at the altar."I shook my head, still smiling despite everything. "This is all so crazy. Honestly, I don't even know what to think of it sometimes."The smile faded as I looked up at the ceiling."I just really wish my mom were here."Lucia's expression softened. She reached over and gently brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, her fingers lingering for a moment.Then she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead."It's okay, Bella," she whispered. "I've got you."I closed my eyes and let myself believe it.Until a loud ba
Zayden’s POVThe warehouse was impressive.I stood near the window, looking out at the canal below. Old brick, high ceilings, plenty of hidden corners. The kind of place that had seen a hundred years of Venice's secrets and would see a hundred more."How come I've never really been here before?" I asked, turning to Nico. "I know about it, but… this would be a good site for some of our operations."Nico nodded, his hand resting casually inside his jacket. "It's been off the radar for a while. I only got access last month."I looked around again, already imagining the possibilities. "Clean. Private. Multiple exits." I glanced at him. "Good find.""Thank you.” He said. “It’s great. It’s quiet. Too beautiful for the kind of ideas you have. People notice when things happen in beautiful places.” I smirked. “Maybe that’s exactly why we should use it more.” Tomás lounged on a velvet couch, legs spread, spinning an empty glass between his fingers. “You two sound like you’re planning a fuckin
Zayden’s POV The back door of the warehouse closed behind me with a heavy thud.Her voice still echoed in my ears — “Zayden! Zayden!” — desperate, cracking, the way a child calls for someone who’s already gone.I kept walking. Didn’t turn back. Didn’t slow down.If I had, I might have broken.I sl
Zayden’s POVI took a slow drag from my cigarette, watching her from across the table while she processed my last words.Her fingers tightened around the fork.Good.She’s listening now, really listening.For a long moment, neither of us spoke. The silence stretched thick and heavy, filled with gho
Bella’s POVI had waited for everyone to fall asleep before I begged Rosa to help me sneak out of my house. I told her I was going to see Lucia. I needed to clear my head and talk to someone who could understand.She looked at me with something like pity in her eyes but she helped me either way.“I
Bella’s POVI woke up to sunlight bleeding through the curtains, my body still aching in my shoulders and cheeks as a result of my father’s anger.The first thing I did was grab my phone.No new messages. No missed calls.Nothing from Zayden.I stared at the screen, thumb hovering over the voicemai


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