The Mafia's questionable bride

I knew from the first time I saw Alexandro Campania that he was the one for me.It was the kind of knowing that settles deep in your bones, quiet and certain. He stood tall and broad, muscles firm under his black suit. His sharp jawline, thick dark hair, and eyes like smoke and secrets made my heart stutter. He looked like a man who had been sculpted from danger itself. Handsome, yes, but there was more—something wild, something deadly.And I liked it.His eyes were the first thing that struck me. Dark brown, almost black when he narrowed them. That day, they had turned fully black. A man had accidentally shoved him in the hallway during the meeting. It should’ve ended in a simple curse word or maybe a warning glare—but no, Alexandro had pulled out a gun and shot him in the thigh.Just like that. Cold. Fast. Merciless.And yet, somehow, I was fascinated.People screamed. The man cried on the floor, blood staining the tiles beneath him.But Alexandro didn’t even blink. He just slipped t

I stood in the flower shop long after he left, the dinner invitation still in my hand.Villa Campania.I’d heard of it—everyone in the leoni had. A fortress hidden behind walls and guards, surrounded by the kind of silence only money and power could buy. No one entered without permission. No one left without being noticed.And I was going in.For flowers.For him.I held the invitation like it might burn me, but deep down, I knew I had asked for this. Every day I’d spent playing the role of the sweet florist had led to this moment. The door to his world was finally open.But was I ready to walk through it?I spent the rest of the evening preparing.I chose the flowers carefully—white lilies for elegance, soft pink peonies for grace, and orchids because they were rare, mysterious, and expensive. Like me.I didn’t sleep that night.Instead, I memorized every name, every face that might be there. I studied the Campania hierarchy—who had been loyal, who had betrayed. Who had died recently