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Enzo- Year OneThere are moments that change the shape of a man’s life without ever becoming a story he’s allowed to tell.The terrace was one of mine.I replayed it more times than I care to admit—not the nearly-kiss itself, but the second before it. The instant when instinct screamed yes and something older, heavier, far more dangerous forced my body to stop.I told myself it was discipline.I told myself it was loyalty.I told myself it was survival.But none of those explanations dulled the ache that followed.The morning after, I rose before the bells, before the guards rotated, before the estate fully woke. Training was the only place I could take the tension without letting it show. The weights didn’t ask questions. The sparring floor didn’t judge hesitation. Pain made sense. Desire didn’t.I fought harder than necessary that morning. The younger men noticed. They always did.They mistook it for intensity.They didn’t know it was restraint curdling into frustration.When I fina
The Chosen Bride Elena & Enzo Chapter 2
Elena- Year OneThe morning after the terrace, I learned how loud silence could be.It followed me down the corridors of the estate, settled into the stone walls, lingered in every space where something had nearly happened and then hadn’t. The kind of silence that presses against your ribs until breathing becomes an act of will.I woke before dawn, the sea outside my windows still ink-dark, the horizon barely beginning to soften. For a few suspended seconds, I lay still, caught between sleep and memory.Enzo’s breath at my cheek. His hand at my waist. The tension in his body as he stopped.I can’t.The words hadn’t been sharp. They hadn’t been cruel. That almost made them worse.I pushed myself upright and swung my feet onto the cold stone floor, grounding myself in sensation before memory could take over. The estate was quiet at this hour—guards rotating shifts, servants still asleep, the world momentarily holding its breath.I dressed quickly. No indulgence, no unnecessary softnes
The Chosen Bride Elena & Enzo Chapter 1
Elena MorettiGrief doesn’t announce itself.It doesn’t always crash through the door or scream its way into the room. Sometimes it arrives quietly, settles into your bones, and refuses to leave. It becomes the way you breathe. The way you stand. The way you learn to keep moving even when something essential has gone missing.The night my mother died, the Moretti estate felt hollow.Not empty — hollow. Completely hollow.The house still hummed with the sounds of guards. Whispered conversations, radios crackling somewhere deep in the corridors, doors opening and closing softly as people tried to be useful. But the sound had changed. It echoed too much, like the walls themselves had lost something they couldn’t replace.I couldn’t stay in my room. I had to get out.Every surface smelled like her. Lavender and bergamot. Ink and old paper. The faint sweetness of the tea she drank every night before bed. I stripped off the dress I’d worn through the endless hours of condolences and closed
The Chosen Bride Chapter 100
BellaSunlight spilled over the Hudson Valley estate, gilding the perfectly manicured lawns and the flower-laden aisle that led to the small, elegant ceremony we had gathered for today. The air smelled faintly of jasmine and roses, drifting through the open windows of the main hall where we’d spent so many sleepless nights planning, fighting, and surviving. I stood near the entrance, Viviana tucked snugly in my arms, her dark eyes blinking sleepily at the commotion. She was eight months old now—curious, strong, and impossibly beautiful, her tiny fingers curling around mine.The last year had been surreal. Every day since the end of Chiper’s war, since we had finally closed the chapter on that endless darkness, had felt like a gift we were learning to unwrap carefully. The estate had changed hands in a way it never had before. Aristide and I had moved into the main part of the house, the one that had once belonged to his father, Matteo, and to Elena. Elena and Enzo now lived in Aristid
The Chosen Bride Chapter 99
AristideThe island rose out of the mist like a jagged crown, dark and silent. My boots hit the gravel dock with a quiet thud, but my mind was already elsewhere, calculating, predicting. Every step was precise, every command measured. This was the last time. I could feel it in my bones.Enzo was beside me, eyes scanning the shadows of the warehouse that loomed ahead. “Only a few of his men here,” he murmured. “The rest—gone, scattered.”I nodded. That made sense. Cipher had fled from the last confrontation. He wasn’t stupid; he knew when he was outmatched. But arrogance and fear made him dangerous. Even with fewer men, we couldn’t underestimate him.Marco’s hand brushed against mine briefly—a silent acknowledgment. The three of us moved forward, weapons ready, the moonlight casting long, jagged shadows across the dock.The warehouse doors were closed, but the boards had been kicked in, signs of recent movement. I could smell it: dust, smoke, and the faint metallic tang of blood.“Stay
The Chosen Bride Chapter 98
AristideThe damp corridor air clung to my skin as the metal door sealed shut behind us, locking away what remained of that cramped safe room—Bella’s fear, Elena’s steadiness, the exhaustion etched into all their faces. The relief of having Bella back in my arms was still fresh and raw, like a wound that hadn’t finished bleeding. But the moment had already passed. I couldn’t afford to hold onto it.Not yet.“Move,” I said quietly to the men. My voice came out harder than I intended, but nobody challenged it. Boots shuffled on uneven stone as we climbed the narrow steps leading up into the alley behind the safehouse.Enzo kept glancing over his shoulder toward Elena. I caught the look—half worry, half something else he wasn’t bothering to hide right now. She caught him staring and shot him a glare sharp enough to carve glass. It should’ve made me smile.Instead, all I could think about was Cipher’s face when he realized he’d been misinformed. The flicker of confusion. The drop of his s
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