Nora’s POV;
Luca’s voice was the only thing tethering me to movement. “This way, Nora. Keep walking.” His hand hovered close to my back, steady but not intrusive, guiding me toward the garage. The air outside was cooler, sharper, as though the night itself had been cut open. My legs felt wooden as we approached the SUV. It was black, sleek, the kind of vehicle that screamed power and danger at the same time. Luca opened the back door for me, and I climbed in without a word. Inside, was a lady whose face was completely glued to her phone screen so though everything that went down didn’t really bother her, her presence startled me. She looked so young, barely older than me—if older at all. Her hair framed her face in soft waves, her eyes steady and piercing. She had the kind of beauty that seemed carved out of stone: delicate yet intimidating. “You must be Nora” “Hi, I’m Luna…….Leo’s sister” she finally looked up at me chuckling while introducing herself “Hi” I forced a smile Two SUVs pulled ahead of us, and another lingered behind, forming a convoy. The engines roared to life in unison, and we rolled forward into the night. I pressed my back into the leather seat, but no amount of softness could ease the tension in my body. My fingers trembled in my lap. My mind raced in circles. A head. A human head. On a platter. Right in front of us. I squeezed my eyes shut. Maybe if I didn’t see it anymore, it would stop replaying. But it didn’t. It was still there, flashing behind my eyelids. Why? Who would send something so grotesque? Why during that dinner? I barely realized I was holding my breath until Luna’s voice broke through my spiral. “You shouldn’t get scared because of something like this.” My head snapped toward her, eyes wide. Her tone was calm—almost casual. The way one might talk about rain or traffic, not… not this. I blinked at her, trying to process what I had just heard. She looked so unbothered, almost serene, like death and chaos weren’t nipping at our heels. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?” I asked, my voice sharper than intended. Her lips curved into a small smile, unfazed. “Welcome to the family.” I stared at her, utterly dumbfounded. Welcome? To this? I turned my gaze back to the window. The night blurred past, streetlights streaking like tired comets. My chest felt tight. I didn’t know what I had gotten myself into—or rather, what my father had shoved me into. A marriage, a family, a world that felt less like life and more like a nightmare in velvet and blood. The car was silent for a while. Only the hum of the engine filled the space. My thoughts spiraled again, pulling me deeper. How had my life switched like this? Just days ago, I had been a girl who loved books more than people, dreaming of law school, of New York, of control over my own path. Now I was… what? A wife to a stranger? A pawn in a game too bloody for me to understand? What had my father done? Before I could drown in the weight of it, Luca’s voice cut through, calm but alert. “We’re being tailed.” I froze. For a second, the words didn’t register. Tailed? Like in movies? Like in the crime shows I never thought could become real? Unbothered. That was the only word I could think of as I looked at him. He didn’t panic. His hands stayed steady on the wheel. His expression didn’t even flicker. He just stated it, as if announcing a change in the weather. It took longer than it should have for my brain to process. We’re being followed. My heart stuttered. My palms went slick. I glanced at Luna, expecting her to panic. She didn’t. She looked the same—calm, composed, like this was Tuesday night for her. Luca pulled out his phone with one hand, steering effortlessly with the other. He pressed it to his ear. “Boss, we’re being trailed. Black sedan, two cars back. Confirming.” Boss? Oh, he meant Leonardo. My pulse thundered in my ears. My breath came faster. I wanted to speak, to ask what was happening, but my voice caught in my throat. Then it happened. A thunderous boom shook the night. The car behind us, the one that was part of our security convoy… erupted into flames. The explosion lit up the road, the force rattling our SUV. My scream lodged in my throat, refusing to come out. Chaos. Tires screeching. Shouts from the cars ahead. “Go!” Luca barked into the comms, his voice sharp now, his foot slamming the accelerator. Our SUV shot forward, the cars in front adjusting instantly, forming a shield. I clutched the seatbelt across my chest, knuckles white, my heart racing so fast I thought it would burst. The night outside blurred into streaks of light and smoke as we sped through the darkened streets. By the time we pulled through the iron gates of Villa Mancini, my body felt like it wasn’t mine. My hands, my legs, even my face, I couldn’t feel any of it. I was hollow, buzzing, completely disconnected from reality. It was obvious. Anyone could see my state. Luna touched my shoulder gently, guiding me out. Martha appeared from the shadows, her expression soft with concern. Together, they led me up the grand staircase, their presence firm on either side, as though I might collapse if they let go. I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream. I just moved. Step by step. My body was walking, my mind left somewhere back on that road. When we reached my room, Martha helped me out of the dress and into something softer. I stood there, arms limp at my sides, letting her work around me like I was a doll. Once I was changed, Luna’s voice broke the stillness. “Martha, bring food,” she said firmly. Martha hesitated, glancing between us, but nodded and slipped out, leaving me alone with Luna. She sat on the edge of the bed, facing me. Her calmness was maddening. “Nora, you can’t let this shake you too much. You’ll only make yourself sick. You need to stay steady.” I snapped my head toward her, my voice cracking, rising despite the heaviness in my chest. “Not be too scared? Are you even listening to yourself? A car, that was supposed to be protecting us exploded right behind us! Do you realize what that means? Do you realize-” “I know.” She cut me off, her tone still calm, but firmer now. “I know. But you need to understand—” She leaned closer, her eyes locking onto mine. “That wasn’t meant to kill us. It was a warning. And nobody, Nora, nobody dares to harm the Crown family. Do you even realize what it means, getting married to my brother?” Her words landed heavily in the room. I stared at her, dumbfounded. My mouth opened, then closed again, useless. She gave me a small, almost knowing smile. “I guessed as much.” Then she straightened, her voice dropping to a weight I could feel in my bones. “You’re now part of the mafia, Nora. You’re my brother’s wife. That makes you part of the Crown family. My brother doesn’t joke with family he protects us with his life. And now you’re his wife, so you’re one of us. One of the mafia. And not just any family. The family. The Crown family is the empire that rules all mafia empires in Italy. My brother Leonard is the Don of all Dons.” She let the words sink in before delivering the last blow. “And that makes you, Nora… the Donna of all Donnas.” The silence that followed was deafening. I sat there, staring at her, my whole body cold, my breath shallow. The words carved themselves into me like a brand. Donna of all Donnas. Queen of all mafia queens. I wanted to scream. To deny it. To tell her she was wrong. But deep down, something in me knew there was no going back. And that was how the chapter of my old life ended.Nora’s POV,I woke to the soft, familiar click of Luca’s shoes on the marble and the low vibration of his voice in the corridor. For a second I lay there, eyes closed, pretending not to hear. My body wanted to pretend like last night had been a bad dream like a terrible, overlong play that I’d finally walked out of. But with the few days ice spent here, I realised that this villa never let you walk out of things. It stored them and handed them back to you in stranger ways.“Mrs Luna,” Luca said, and there was a quiet in his tone that made my heart knot. He didn’t say more. He never wasted words.I swung my legs out of bed and sat up. My head still throbbed a little from the night, and exhaustion had a weight to it that coffee couldn’t lift. I didn’t answer immediately. The house was an organism that moved in commands; if I spoke without listening first I might say something permanent. So I waited for him to speak.“Boss wants you downstairs in twenty. Training starts after,” he said f
Leo’s POV;They brought them to me trembling. The head maid and the chief of security, two people whose faces I’d seen for years —the kind of familiarity that usually meant loyalty was already bought — were shoved into the center of the banquet hall like animals exposed under a light. The blood on the table still shone where they’d dragged it; the room smelled of copper and perfume and a noise like a hive of bees that hadn’t yet been swatted.I didn’t raise my voice. I didn’t need to. I walked straight to them, every man in the room suddenly aware of the shape I cut. They expected fury. They expected spectacle. They expected something loud and messy. What they got was cold.“Lock them up,” I said. The words were flat, but they ricocheted around the chandeliers. “Take them to the underground bunker and secure them.”Hands moved. Men grabbed the two by the arms and dragged them away, their protests swallowed by the distance to the service stair. I watched them go, watched their shoulder
Nora’s POV;Luca’s voice was the only thing tethering me to movement. “This way, Nora. Keep walking.” His hand hovered close to my back, steady but not intrusive, guiding me toward the garage.The air outside was cooler, sharper, as though the night itself had been cut open. My legs felt wooden as we approached the SUV. It was black, sleek, the kind of vehicle that screamed power and danger at the same time. Luca opened the back door for me, and I climbed in without a word.Inside, was a lady whose face was completely glued to her phone screen so though everything that went down didn’t really bother her, her presence startled me. She looked so young, barely older than me—if older at all. Her hair framed her face in soft waves, her eyes steady and piercing. She had the kind of beauty that seemed carved out of stone: delicate yet intimidating.“You must be Nora”“Hi, I’m Luna…….Leo’s sister” she finally looked up at me chuckling while introducing herself “Hi” I forced a smile Two SUVs
Nora’s POV;There is nothing more peaceful than enjoying my own company… just me, curled on my bed, lost in the pages of the novels Luca had brought for me. Books had become my safe escape, my only way of detaching from reality and embracing a world where I had control, where I could dream. But peace, I was learning, never lasted long in this house.It felt like I had been in this room forever but the reality was that it had only been hours yet not even a glimpse of him, the only information that was delivered from Luca was that I had to prepare for the swearing-in program, and Leo No further details I didn’t understand yet I didn’t press further *****************Within what felt like the blink of an eye, the bedroom door opened and the quiet was gone. The stylist arrived first, arms full of shimmering gowns that looked like they belonged in a museum rather than on a human body. Jewelry cases clicked open one after another, diamonds catching the light lik
Leonardo’s POV;The jet’s door swallowed us and the cabin went quiet except for the hush of the engines. The flight smelled like leather and something metallic, expensive, and exact. She moved like someone who didn’t belong in this world: small, awkward in the fabric, the dress loose at the shoulders as if it had been chosen because it looked pretty under lights, not because it fit. Up close she was younger than I’d expected. Twenty at most. Her skin had that pale, stubborn quality that held heat in the neck; her hair was pinned back in a messy compromise between ceremony and haste.Getting married had never been on my top one hundred things to do. I had no desire for vows or a parade of faces. But this was not about desires. This was about the house, the name, the balance of power, and the debt. Marriages were tools. They sealed alliances, quieted disputes, and kept enemies honest. In my world, there was no room for sentiment when the cost was an entire family’s livelihood.There wa
Nora’s POV:“Do you Miss Nora Romano take Leonardo Mancini to be your lawfully wedded husband”“I……I do” my heartbeat pacing fast as though it would break free from my chestThe church was quiet, not like a regular happy wedding that was usually magically mixed with a feeling of joy and nervousness but mine was the opposite, no laughter or even whispers of joy, but rather a heavy silence.The only people I knew were my parent, everyone else was strange men dressed in dark suits with straight faces carrying an unreadable expression.“I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Mancini.”That was it. One sentence, and everything I thought I knew about my life collapsed. Why me? Why now? All I knew was that my father had insisted and who was I to disobey him?Only weeks ago, I was still in New York, fresh out of college, ready to take the LSAT and start law school. My dreams had been so clear. Who could have guessed I’d be standing here instead, in front of a priest, being handed over to a stranger