the wedding

She had barely seen Dominic ever since he took her away from her house.

Before she could process how things were going, it was her wedding Day.

Bella never understood why a man whose presence screamed danger would arrange a simple wedding in a chapel, but the biggest shocker to her was her realization that he had a family.

The small chapel was adorned with modest white roses, their soft fragrance filling the air. Bella Russo stood at the altar, her fingers clutching a bouquet that felt heavier than it should.

Her wedding gown was a vision of understated elegance, its ivory lace shimmering faintly in the dim light. The fitted bodice highlighted her slender frame, while the flowing skirt and delicate veil gave her an ethereal appearance. She looked like a bride from a fairytale, but nothing about this day felt magical.

Dominic Moretti stood beside her, towering and silent. His tailored black suit hugged his broad shoulders, and his sharp features betrayed no emotion. He hadn’t said a single word since arriving, yet his mere presence commanded the attention of everyone in the room.

On one side of the aisle sat Bella’s father and sister, their faces heavy with guilt and sadness. On the other, Dominic’s family radiated power and cold detachment. The contrast was stark, and Bella felt like an outsider in her own wedding.

The priest’s calm voice broke through the silence. “Do you, Isabella Russo, take Dominic Luciano Moretti to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love and to cherish, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?”

Bella hesitated, her throat tightening. Her gaze flickered to Dominic, whose expression remained impassive. Her lips trembled as she glanced at her father, who avoided her eyes, and then at her sister, who gave her an encouraging but tearful nod.

“I... I do,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

The priest turned to Dominic. “And do you, Dominic Luciano Moretti, take Isabella Russo to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love and to cherish, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?”

Dominic gave a single nod, his gray eyes unwavering.

“You may exchange rings,” the priest announced.

Bella’s hands trembled as Dominic slid the gold band onto her finger. When it was her turn, she fumbled, almost dropping the ring before managing to place it on his hand. He didn’t react, his calm demeanor unshaken.

The priest closed his book. “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Bella’s stomach twisted as Dominic turned to her. His movements were deliberate as he lifted her veil. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers briefly not with affection, but as if sealing a deal.

The small audience clapped politely, but Bella barely noticed. Her chest felt tight, her breaths shallow.

The ceremony was over. She was now Isabella Moretti.

The drive back to her family’s modest home was suffused with an uneasy silence. Bella sat beside Dominic in the backseat of the limousine, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. He didn’t say a word, his gaze fixed out the window, his expression unreadable.

When they arrived, Bella stepped out of the car, her gown trailing behind her. Dominic remained by the car as she approached her family for what felt like the last time.

Her father was the first to embrace her. “Bella,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

She stiffened for a moment before relaxing into his arms. “You should have protected me,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

“I’m so sorry” he said, his voice shaking. “This was the only way.”

Bella pulled back, wiping her eyes. “You always have a choice.”

Her sister Elena stepped forward, her own tears falling freely. “Bella, please be safe,” she said, wrapping her arms tightly around her. “And don’t forget us, okay?”

Bella clung to her sister, her body trembling with suppressed sobs. “I won’t,” she promised, though her voice betrayed her uncertainty.

As the driver opened the car door, Bella turned back to her family one last time. The sight of her father and sister, their faces etched with guilt and sadness, broke the last of her composure. She raised her hand to wave goodbye, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Her father nodded at her, his face pale. Elena covered her mouth to stifle her sobs.

Dominic stepped forward, his hand resting lightly on Bella’s lower back as he guided her into the car. She glanced back at her family, her heart aching as the car door shut, separating her from them.

The limousine pulled away, and Bella watched through the rearview mirror as her home and the life she had known disappeared into the distance.

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It was already night time before they reached the Moretti estate, it was different from the place he had kept her the last time. It was a sprawling mansion surrounded by high iron gates and towering stone walls. The sheer size of it was overwhelming, but Bella felt no comfort in its grandeur.

Dominic led her inside without a word, his pace steady as if this were just another transaction. The grand foyer was vast and cold, its marble floors and towering ceilings exuding wealth but little warmth.

He guided her up a winding staircase to a large bedroom at the end of the hall. Bella stepped inside hesitantly, her chest tightening as the door closed behind them.

The room was elegant but impersonal, with dark furniture and muted tones. A large bed with crisp white sheets dominated the space, and Bella’s stomach churned as she realized what was expected of her.

She turned to Dominic, her voice trembling. “What happens now?”

He didn’t respond. Instead, he moved closer, his sharp gaze locking onto hers. Bella took a step back, her heart racing.

Dominic reached for the tie at his neck, loosening it with slow precision. His movements were calm, methodical, as though undressing in front of her was the most natural thing in the world.

Bella’s breath hitched. “I..I’m not ready,” she stammered, her voice cracking. “Please, I just need some time. I’m only 18.

his voice low and dangerous. “You should have said you wanted me to undress you myself... and I don’t mind doing that.” she froze…it was her first time hearing his voice, she might have subconsciously etched in her heart that he was mute, but before she could process his voice and the words, he had dragged her towards himself by her waist and crashed his lips against hers.

When his lips touch hers, Bella fights to push him away. Her hands press against his chest, but her touch only fuels his desire. hot breaths coming from his mouth, he thought to himself,how this little kid is able to get him this aroused,Dominic won’t stop until he has her completely.with a sharp move he unzipped her dress and started removing the dress, and slowly her boobs came to view, she continued struggling to break free from his grip…shouting ‘daddy help me’.

But it felt as if he wasn't hearing her shouts as he gulped down nothing as he stared at her boobs , it was unexpectedly lemon sized, he cupped her boobs in his hands causing her to moan out, the effect that had on him was unhealthy, he resumed kissing her crazily,

with tears in her eyes she called out his mane "Dominic" hearing his name he paused and stared at her, seeing the tears in her eyes..he spoke to her again

" I'm not in the mood again" saying this he pushed her to the bed and left her in the room alone.

he headed to the guest room and went into the bathtub turning on cold rushing water as an attempt to ease himself of the burning lust he felt.