로그인Sofia’s POVThe morning sunlight poured through the stained-glass windows of the chapel, painting the marble floors in soft gold and rose. Outside, the gardens were full of white flowers swaying gently in the breeze. Music floated through the open doors, tender and elegant, wrapping itself around every heartbeat in the room.I stood at the entrance with my mother beside me.My hands trembled around the bouquet of ivory roses. My dress flowed around me in layers of satin and lace, fitted close at the waist before spilling into a long train.Tiny crystals had been sewn into the veil, catching the light like stars. My mother adjusted the veil with careful fingers.Her eyes were wet.“You are the most beautiful bride I have ever seen,” she whispered.“You have to say that. You’re my mother.” I laughed shakily. “No,” she said, brushing a tear from her cheek. “I say it because after everything... you are still standing here.”Emotion rushed into my throat so fast I could barely breathe.
Matteo’s POVThe anonymous call came while I stood alone in the ruined garden where our wedding should have happened.Half-filled champagne glasses sat abandoned beside melting candles. The band had packed up in silence an hour earlier. Reporters still waited beyond the gates, and my guests had become witnesses to a disaster.Sofia was gone!!“Where is she?” I barked.There was shuffling, panic, then a loud scream somewhere in the background. A gunshot exploded through the speaker, the line crackled.Then silence…“Hello? Hello!” My blood froze.Nothing.“Julian!” I turned and shouted across the garden.“What happened?” He sprinted toward me immediately, tie hanging loose, face white with exhaustion and rage.“I had a call. Someone had Sofia, but there was a gunshot.” I explained.Julian did not waste a second. He pulled out his phone and dialed the private investigator we had hired earlier that afternoon.“Track this number now,” he snapped the moment the man answered. “I don’t car
Sofia’s POVThe moment Lucia pressed the gun into my ribs and forced me through the servants’ corridor, I understood one thing with terrifying clarity.This was never about escape, or even money. This was about hatred so deep it had rotted her mind from the inside out.She shoved me forward with one hand twisted in my veil and the other gripping the gun. My heels had already come off somewhere behind us, so my bare feet slapped against cold tile as she dragged me through the back hallways of the estate. Staff had been kept away by the wedding preparations. Music from the garden drifted faintly through the walls, cheerful and beautiful and completely disconnected from the nightmare happening only meters away.“Move,” Lucia hissed into my ear.“You’ll never get away with this,” I whispered.She struck the back of my shoulder with the gun hard enough to make me stumble. “Today is not the day to threaten me, bride.” She laughed. We reached the service gate where delivery vehicles enter
Matteo’s POVThe garden was ready for forever.The aisle had been lined with petals so soft and thick it looked like clouds had been cut into pieces and laid across the stone path.Guests filled the seats in bright colors and polished jewels, whispering with excited smiles while cameras from invited media stations captured every elegant detail.Everything was prepared, except the bride. I stood near the floral altar with my hands clasped in front of me, pretending calm I did not feel. My suit had been tailored to perfection. My cufflinks were engraved with Sofia’s initials. My heartbeat had not slowed since sunrise.“If she changes her mind now, I’ll kill her myself.” Julian leaned close beside me and muttered.“She wouldn’t.” I glanced at him. “Good! Because I already like you.” He grinned.The guests laughed softly at something one of the ushers said, music rose and faded. Phones came out, heads turned again toward the mansion doors, but still nothing.I checked my watch for the f
Sofia’s POVI woke before sunrise. Not because anyone called me, or alarms rang, or the house was noisy. I woke because my heart knew what day it was.For a moment I lay still in the white blankets staring at the ceiling while dawn painted pale gold across the room. The mansion was quiet, suspended in silence before celebration begins. Somewhere below, I could already hear distant movement, staff arranging flowers, doors opening, footsteps hurrying, and voices trying to whisperMy wedding day!The words felt even more unbelievable even now. Even though I had done this before, last time was nothing compared to this in such a way I can't even explain. After everything that had happened, after funerals and trials and betrayals and nights I thought life had ended for me, I was here. Alive, loved, safe, and about to marry the man who had held me together when I was falling apart.I covered my face and laughed softly into my hands. Then the bedroom doors burst open.“She's awake!” Julia
Sofia’s POVThe week after the engagement party, I woke to three things.Sunlight through the curtains, Matteo asleep with one arm around my waist, and my phone vibrating itself off the bedside table.I groaned and reached for it. Seventy-three missed calls, one hundred and nineteen unread messages, and three thousand notifications.“Absolutely not.” I stared at the screen.“What crisis requires that face before coffee?” Matteo’s voice came rough with sleep behind me. “The nation has decided our engagement belongs to them.” My eyes widened.I scrolled through messages from friends, executives, distant relatives who suddenly remembered my birthday.Media houses requesting interviews, luxury brands offering gifts, wedding planners introducing themselves like they had been summoned.Then there were the comments online.“He looked at her like she invented happiness.”“This wedding better be televised.”“If Matteo Aldana has one fan, it is me.”“If Sofia’s dress isn’t historic, I riot.”I
Santoro's POVThe past three days have been nothing but hell. I have spent nights in my car, unable to return to the mansion. Most of the domestic staff we have are all gone due to Lucia's aggressiveness, so there has been no one to serve me food or bring me something when I need it. I would have
Santoro's POVIt's been a three weeks since the public spectacle that turned my life upside down. Even though things have seem to have subsided, I'm still very scared to take even the slightest step outside. Public opinion and scrutiny remains the same. They are still protests taking place in some
Sofia's POV.I tossed the last piece of document on the table and sat back on my chair with my head flung backwards. It's been one hectic day, and I didn't even believe that I could make it this far. My fingers ached from having signed multiple documents all day, and I felt tired, exhausted, and h
Sofia's POV “The payment has been processed.” My financial advisor informed and I felt a weight lifted off my shoulder. I looked over at my mother and smiled slightly at her. She heaved a deep sigh as well and dropped on the chair crying. My eyes softened seeing her like that and every anger and







