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Chapter 2

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I stormed out of the estate and sped all the way to Marcello's private club downtown.

The suits at the door tried to stop me. I shoved past them.

"Get lost!"

I barged right into the VIP lounge. Marcello was talking business with his men.

Seeing me, he waved the others out.

"What the fuck kind of game are you playing?" I walked right up to him. "You clearly hate Chloe. Why marry me to get back at her?"

He leaned back on the couch and slowly lit a cigar. "Revenge? You're overthinking it."

"Cut the crap!" I snatched the cigar from him and crushed it in the ashtray. "The way you looked at her back at the estate... you wanted to rip her apart. You two grew up together! Over a decade of history, gone?"

He scoffed. "A decade of history? Aurora, do you even know what she did to me?"

"I don't want to know!"

"You will." He stood up and cornered me.

I took a step back, my back hitting the door.

"She came to me crying, saying she found out the truth about her blood." His voice dropped, low and dangerous. "Said she wasn't a real Russo. Terrified I'd dump her over it. Said she'd do anything, as long as I didn't leave her."

My breath hitched.

"Anything, Aurora." He reached out and touched my cheek. "She thought acting weak would soften me. Make me pity her."

"And did it?" My voice came out raspy.

"It made me sick to my stomach." Disgust flashed in his eyes. "She stole someone else's life for sixteen years. Now that her secret is out, she plays the victim to beg for pity?"

My head spun.

"What's sicker is she was naive enough to think if she confessed, I'd forgive her. Maybe even love her more for being 'honest'."

"So you used her words as an excuse to break the engagement?"

"If she admits she's not the real Russo blood, what's wrong with me marrying the real one?" He felt zero guilt.

I glared at him. A massive wave of rage surged in my chest.

"They back her. I back you." He leaned into my ear. "Isn't that nice? You deserve all this anyway. I'm just fixing a mistake."

"Fixing a mistake?" I shoved him. "You ruined my life! You call this helping me?"

Smack!

I slapped him without a second thought.

The sharp sound echoed in the room.

He turned his head back slowly. Touched his red cheek. And smiled.

"Good. This is the woman I want." A sick thrill lit up his eyes. "Fierce. Wild. Not like that fake princess who only knows how to cry and beg."

"You're sick!" I yelled. "You're not saving me, you're using me! Using me to get back at her. Using me to rebel against your family!"

"So what?" He shrugged it off. "As long as it benefits you, isn't that enough?"

"Enough?" I felt sick. "I'm a walking target at home now! My parents hate me. My brother hates me. Even the maids look at me like I'm the plague!"

"Who cares? Once you marry me, you're the Donna of the Vitiellos. Who'd dare look down on you then?"

"I don't want your charity!"

"It's not charity. It's what's yours." He grabbed my shoulders. "Aurora, you should thank me. Without me, you'd just sit in the corner watching that fake enjoy everything that belongs to you."

I looked at him. Suddenly, it clicked.

He thought he was my savior.

The marriage pact was set in stone.

I had no choice but to marry him.

But later, Marcello realized marrying me didn't magically fix his life.

I wasn't as lively or obedient as he pictured.

He didn't become my knight in shining armor. I didn't thank him for "saving me from the fire." In fact, I resented him.

We were like fire and ice.

And now, my married life was pure hell. But it was the hell I chose.
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