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368

Allesio’s POV

Rosa wasn’t good at hiding things from me.

She thought she was. She liked to pretend she was unreadable, a closed book with a locked cover, but I had spent too much time memorizing every page of her.

So when I noticed the way her shoulders tensed at the mention of the wedding, the way her fingers curled into her palm when she thought no one was looking—I knew something was wrong.

The problem was that she wasn’t saying a damn word about it.

I waited, watching her closely over the next few days. She still smiled, still talked about flower arrangements and seating charts, still rolled her eyes whenever our families made the wedding feel more like a business merger than a celebration—

But there was something beneath it. Something simmering just below the surface.

And I hated it.

I hated seeing her like this.

So after another dinner filled with yet another round of “this wedding is politically important” speeches, I finally cornered her.

She was standing by the window of
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    365Rosa’s POV I had killed men without blinking.I had stood in rooms full of ruthless crime lords and never once let my voice waver.I had faced betrayal, heartbreak, and fought my way back from the wreckage.But standing in front of a mirror, wrapped in a cloud of lace and tulle, I felt my stomach do a little flip.I looked… like a bride.Like a woman on the verge of stepping into something permanent.“Holy shit,” Emilia breathed beside me, her hands clasped together as she stared at me in the mirror. “You look… ridiculous. And by ridiculous, I mean, so stunning that Allesio is going to pass out when he sees you.”I let out a sharp breath, pressing my palms against my waist. “It’s just a dress.”Emilia scoffed. “It’s not just a dress. It’s the dress. The one you’ll be wearing when you say ‘I do’ to your big, bad mafia prince.” She smirked. “And then, presumably, get ravished in later.”I groaned and smacked her arm. “You are actually the worst.”She just grinned, completely unboth

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