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"The vow that wasn't mine"
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2025-03-12 10:14:34My heart thundered against my ribcage as I stared at the people in front of me, my breath hitching in disbelief. "What do you mean she ran away... and I should take her place as the bride?" The words came out in a whisper, trembling on my tongue, then a little louder, laced with horror.
I scanned their faces, desperate for any sign that this was a cruel joke. But all I saw was panic... urgency... and expectation. My hands trembled violently as I took a step back, the walls of the room pressing in on me.
"I can't believe Beatrice decided to run away on the day of her wedding... and now I have to take her place." My voice cracked as the words escaped, foreign and surreal. My pulse roared in my ears, palms slick with sweat. This couldn't be happening. Not to me.
Tears welled in my eyes, blurring my vision. "No, Mommy, I can't! I won't marry that man for Beatrice's sake!" My fists clenched by my sides, my chest rising and falling in sharp, ragged breaths. "Why don’t you just tell his family the truth? Tell them Beatrice ran away and cancel the wedding!"
My mother’s lips curled in disgust. "Do you think this family can afford a scandal, Antonia? Do you think we have the luxury of shame?"
"Mommy, why do I always have to do everything for Beatrice? That ungrateful girl!" My voice cracked, the betrayal too sharp to contain. "All she ever does is run. And I’m the one left behind to pay the price for her choices. Why is it always me?!"
Before I could say another word, a stinging slap sent my head snapping to the side. My cheek burned with the force of it, and for a moment, all I could hear was the ringing in my ears.
"You ungrateful bitch!" my mother hissed, venom dripping from every syllable. Her eyes gleamed with fury. "You should be lucky the chairman decided to take you as his daughter! You will do everything possible to please him. Whether you like it or not, you will marry that man. Because you have no choice. Do you hear me? No. Choice."
Her words sliced deeper than the slap. I stood there, trembling, tasting blood in my mouth and swallowing down the scream that clawed at my throat.
"Beatrice," I spat, "she got everything she wanted on a platinum platter without lifting a single finger. And me? I was always the shadow. Always the one left to fix what she broke. The pawn."
My chest heaved with fury, my voice shaking with defiance. "What if I don’t do it? What if I refuse to marry that stranger instead of Beatrice? What then, Mommy? Huh? What are you going to do to me this time?"
She didn’t flinch. Instead, she folded her arms, her voice like ice. "Well, Antonia, I guess you’d be happy to watch your father suffer. Who’s going to pay off his debts? Who’s going to keep him in the hospital when the bills pile up? You?"
The words were a dagger. My knees buckled slightly, but I held myself upright. Because I knew the truth. She was the reason he was in that hospital to begin with. Her gambling, her lies, her obsession with status. But she still used him like a weapon to keep me chained.
"Get into that room," she said, grabbing my arm with a bruising grip. "Put on the dress. And walk down that aisle like the obedient daughter you pretend to be."
She shoved me forward, and I stumbled, catching myself against the doorframe. The room was bathed in soft light, the air thick with the scent of roses and expensive perfume. There, on a mannequin, hung Beatrice’s wedding dress—pristine, white, and suffocating.
I turned to protest, but the door slammed shut behind me.
I was trapped.
Each layer of lace I stepped into felt like a chain. Every button fastened was a lock sealing my fate. When I stepped out of the room, the gown wrapped around me like a cage. My lungs constricted.
I reached the grand doors of the wedding hall, and my stepfather extended his arm. I hesitated, but placed my hand in his. There was no turning back now.
The doors creaked open. A sea of unfamiliar faces turned to look at me.
Every step down that aisle was heavy with dread.
But then—I looked up.
My heart stopped. My breath caught in my throat.
The man at the altar.
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The silence in the house was deafening, wrapping around me like a heavy, suffocating blanket. Each step I took echoed louder than the last, swallowed by the vastness of the halls. Every chandelier shimmered in quiet mockery, every marble tile beneath my feet colder than the one before.I stood still in the center of the hallway, arms wrapped tightly around myself as if my own embrace could offer the comfort the house refused to give.With Alessandro gone and no one else around, the estate felt less like a sanctuary and more like a museum—beautiful but lifeless. A prison built from polished stone and silent rules. I didn’t belong here. I never did.I sighed, rubbing my arms. "What am I supposed to do now?" I whispered to no one.There were no answers—only the low hum of the air conditioning and the ghost of footsteps that no longer filled the halls. My thoughts turned inward, swirling like smoke in a locked room. A life I never chose. A marriage I never wanted. And a man I couldn’t unde
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Before I could even process what was happening, the doors slammed shut with a mechanical clank, locking themselves in place like the closing of a vault. The alarm blared, sharp and merciless, echoing off the cold walls like a warning bell from hell itself."No! No! No!" I cried out, rushing to the door, frantically yanking at the handle, pushing, pulling—anything to break free. It wouldn’t budge.My chest tightened as fear surged up my throat like a wave. Panic took hold."Help!" I screamed, banging my fists against the door with every ounce of strength I had. "Is anybody there?! I'm locked inside!"But the house stayed silent, like it was mocking me. Like it was listening, but chose not to answer.And that’s when the truth hit me.I was alone. Utterly, terrifyingly alone in this massive house. No staff. No family. No one coming to save me.Only me.And my mistake.I sank back against the cold wall, the reality of it all crashing down on me like ice water.I had broken Alessandro’s num
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Blood trickled down his forearm, stark against the whiteness of his once-crisp shirt. The deep crimson soaked into the fabric, blooming like a wound that wouldn’t stop bleeding. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t even seem to notice.In his other hand, he clutched a half-empty wine bottle, the glass slick in his grip. His knuckles were white, tense, like he might crush it into shards without realizing.He took a step forward.Then another.And with each step, the air in my lungs thinned.The dim light of my room bathed him in shadow. His shirt hung open at the top, stained and wrinkled. The tailored edges of his suit were disheveled, hanging off his shoulders like discarded armor. The sharp, bitter scent of alcohol clung to him, thick and invasive.And then his eyes found me.I froze.Those piercing blue eyes—once indifferent, now filled with rage and something darker—pinned me to the spot like prey caught in the open.He was drunk.He was furious.And he was coming straight for me."You bitch!!
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I was shattered.Devastated.The weight of what had just happened crushed me, stealing the breath from my lungs. Alessandro had forced himself on me—and no matter how many times I blinked, I couldn’t erase the images, the pain, or the sound of my own screams echoing in my head.The violation clung to my skin like a second layer—impossible to peel off. I curled up in the corner of the room, every muscle in my body shaking, my sobs tearing through the still air like broken glass. Blood stained the sheets, the floor beneath me—a brutal testament to the horror I had endured.I wept until I couldn’t anymore.Until my body gave in to exhaustion and my mind sought refuge in the numbness of sleep.But peace was a stranger to me now.A loud bang from somewhere in the house snapped me awake, the sharp sound dragging me back to the brutal reality of what had happened just hours ago. I sat up slowly, my limbs aching, my soul heavier than it had ever been.The mirror across the room caught my eye.
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The hospital walls were too white. Too quiet. The kind of sterile quiet that didn’t match the chaos pulsing inside Antonia’s chest. She sat stiffly by Alessandro’s bedside, her hands clutching his motionless one, her face pale but unreadable. The heart monitor’s steady beep was the only sign that he was still with her — somewhere behind the curtain of unconsciousness, somewhere she couldn’t reach.Alessandro had been in a coma for three Months.Three Months since he’d thrown himself in front of the bullet meant for her.Three Months since she’d held his blood-soaked body in her arms, screaming for help, praying to any god that would listen.Now, it was just her.Her and the silence.But the silence didn’t scare her anymore. What scared her was the thought of her sons growing up without the man who’d loved them so fiercely, who’d bled to protect them. What scared her was forgetting the warmth of his voice, the shade of blue his eyes turned when he smiled at her, the way he whispered “M
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Dinner was unusually silent that night.The clinking of cutlery against porcelain echoed hollowly around the massive dining room, the air thick with words unsaid. Matteo and Antonio, still buzzing with the energy of childhood, babbled about their day at school, unaware of the heavy glances their parents exchanged over the table.Antonia barely tasted her food.Her hands trembled slightly as she wiped the twins' mouths, ruffling their hair when they laughed.After the meal, she tucked them into bed, smoothing the covers over their small bodies, pressing kisses to their foreheads."I love you," she whispered into their soft hair."Love you, Mommy," they murmured, already drifting into dreams.She closed the door quietly behind her, her heart pounding so hard it echoed in her ears.Tonight. It had to be tonight.No more waiting. No more hoping things would magically fix themselves.She couldn’t allow Alessandro’s secrets to put their children in danger again.She wouldn’t.Upstairs, Ales
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The old restaurant on the edge of town had long since fallen out of favor.Its once grand chandeliers now hung crooked, dust clinging to their crystals like parasites. Torn leather booths and cracked mirrors lined the dim interior. A single flickering lightbulb buzzed overhead, casting shadows that seemed to crawl across the walls.Beatrice tapped her manicured nails against the table, her lips curled in impatience.Where was he?Her phone buzzed, and she snatched it up."On my way," Federico's message read.Beatrice sneered. Typical.Always late. Always careless.She adjusted her sunglasses, even though the place was so dark she could barely see, and crossed her arms over her designer coat.A few minutes later, the door creaked open.Federico strode in, looking more like a ghost of the man he used to be — thin, his face gaunt, his eyes hollowed out by rage and obsession.He slid into the booth across from her without a word.For a long moment, they simply stared at each other.Two br
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The house was unusually quiet that evening.Dinner had gone by with the usual laughter and chaos — Matteo trying to sneak more dessert, Antonio fiddling with his new hearing aid and gadget — but underneath the surface, Antonia felt the tension simmering.She smiled, she laughed when she had to, but her mind was elsewhere.The packet of papers weighed heavily in her handbag, a burden she couldn’t forget even as she read bedtime stories to the twins.She tucked Matteo and Antonio into bed, smoothing their hair back with trembling hands."Mama," Matteo whispered, already half asleep. "Love you.""I love you too," she murmured, kissing his forehead.Antonio grinned at her, his hearing aid glinting in the dim nightlight."Night, Mama.""Good night, my love."She lingered at the door longer than she should have, her heart breaking as she watched them drift off to sleep.I'm doing this for you, she thought fiercely.Turning off the light, she stepped quietly into the hallway.Alessandro was
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The next morning dawned grey and cold.Rain drizzled against the windows, the sky heavy with brooding clouds, but Antonia barely noticed.Her mind was elsewhere — caught between a thousand regrets and a brutal, necessary determination.Today would be the day she took the first real step.Toward freedom.Toward safety.Toward a life where Matteo and Antonio would never again have to suffer because of her mistakes.Because that’s what Alessandro had become, hadn't he?A mistake.A beautiful, tragic mistake that she had loved too fiercely, too blindly.She finished helping the twins get ready for school, tying their shoelaces, smoothing their hair.Matteo clutched her skirt, looking up at her with bright, worried eyes."Mama, you’re coming to pick us up today, right?" he asked.Antonia smiled, forcing cheer into her voice."Of course, sweetheart," she said, ruffling his hair."And you’ll be there for the soccer game tomorrow?" Antonio piped up, his new blue hearing aid flashing as he til
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The evening sun dipped low, casting a warm, golden glow over the sprawling Amato estate.Dinner had been a quiet, tense affair — the twins happily chattered about their day, oblivious to the storm brewing between their parents.Alessandro had sensed it the moment Antonia walked through the door.There was a new distance in her.Not anger — something colder, something final.After dinner, Antonia wiped Matteo’s and Antonio’s mouths gently, her touch lingering a second longer on Antonio’s ear aid, her heart tightening."Go get ready for bed, amore mio," she murmured, ruffling their hair.The boys ran upstairs, their laughter echoing down the marble halls.When she straightened, she found Alessandro watching her from across the dining room, his arms crossed, his eyes shadowed.She didn't flinch.She didn’t even pretend to smile.Without a word, she wiped her hands on a towel and motioned him to follow her into the private study.Once the door closed behind them, silence fell — thick and
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