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I gripped the edge of my wedding gown as my uncle offered me his “You look beautiful, Sofia,” he murmured. I couldn't bring myself to respond. It had been so long since I'd seen my uncle, yet I couldn't manage a single word. Not when Enzo was clouding every corner of my mind. Was he really not coming? Even though Luca hadn’t invited him, he should stil… or did he truly not care enough to stop this wedding? So he would just let me marry Luca? I inhaled shakily as my uncle guided me toward the altar. The music swelled around us. Hundreds of eyes followed my every step. People smiled, admiring me with the kind of wonder reserved for a bride marrying into one of New York's wealthiest families. They thought I was walking toward my happily ever after. If only they knew. I wanted to look back so badly. Just once. I wanted to see those doors fly open and Enzo storm into the cathedral, ready to fight everyone in the room if that was what it took to get me out of there.
LUCA“What are you doing with my phone, Luca?”I clenched my jaw and stretched the phone toward her.“Except for my soon-to-be wife confessing her love to my cousin, there's nothing left to see.”She marched toward me and yanked the phone from my hand.I watched her eyes scan the screen. I watched the color drain from her face as disappointment clouded her features.Her thumb moved across the screen, and for a second, I thought she was going to type another message.“He won't come to save you, Sofia.” I tilted my head. “The fucker can't even be bothered to respond to your heartwarming confession.”Her hands trembled around the phone.“Maybe he’s busy and couldn’t reply.”“Really?” I raised an eyebrow. “Then why are you shaking?”She pressed her lips together.I stepped closer. “Come on, sweetheart. You can do better than that.”“Shut up,” she snapped.I smirked.“Shut up, Luca!” Her voice cracked, but she refused to look away from me.“Shh.” I reached for her hands and pulled her aga
Today, I was getting married. I was getting married to Luca while my heart yearned for someone else. “Ma’am, are you okay?” the makeup artist asked. I could only manage a nod, forcing back the tears threatening to fall from my eyes. “You don't look happy,” she said again after a moment of silence. “I’m fine,” I forced out. “Just a little overwhelmed with everything.” I offered her a tight, unconvincing smile in the mirror. She paused, her eyes narrowing slightly. “That’s the look of a woman who isn't walking down an aisle,” she murmured. “That’s the look of a woman walking to her own execution.” My breath hitched. “Just finish the makeup,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “You love someone else?” She asked. My eyes widened at the word. *Love.* I knew I felt something for Enzo, but I had never been brave enough to give that feeling a name. Until now. I laughed nervously. “It’s not that.” Because what was the point of having a perfect makeup when my entir
LUCAI woke up with a headache. I froze when I realized I was at my club office.Then memories of last night came flooding back. Enzo had found out I planned everything with Nora.And not only that, I had talked beyond my boundaries.I sat up immediately, ignoring my aching body.What had I fucking done?I raked a hand through my hair.I had told Enzo everything about that shooting twelve years ago.I placed a palm against my forehead.Enzo’s face flashed through my mind. The way he had looked at me.Like I was a monster. But I did that for a reason.How else did he think an eighteen-year-old boy could stop a freaking mafia don from killing him?I honestly thought Enzo was the only person who understood me.The only person who truly knew me. But he didn't.My father wouldn't shut up about Enzo becoming a rebel once we grew older.He kept telling me that one day Enzo would challenge me. That one day he would want my throne.So I needed to come up with a plan to make sure he wouldn't. A
ENZO My informant had just given me everything. I stared at the document in my hands, reading the same lines over and over again. My eyes refused to believe what was written there. No. Luca wouldn’t. He was my brother. My fucking brother. He wouldn’t set me up like this. He couldn’t. I had been calling the fucker for the past hour, but every call went straight to voicemail. I went to his house. And the warehouse, He wasn’t there. I went to his company. His secretary had told me, he left. There was only one place he could be. His club. I drove like a madman, my eyes constantly dropping to the papers sitting on the passenger seat. My hands tightened around the steering wheel. At one point, I nearly crashed into another car. I slammed on the brakes. “Fuck!” My chest heaved as I stared ahead. I didn't even care. I needed to see him. I needed him to look me in the eyes and tell me this was all a fucking lie. Soon, I arrived at Sinful Adventure. I stormed inside, ignoring







