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TRIVIA’S POVThe ocean stretched endlessly before us, its waves sparkling like a sea of diamonds under the golden afternoon sun. The air was warm but carried a light breeze that smelled of salt and freedom. Everything about this place felt surreal—perfect in a way I’d only ever imagined. We were staying in a secluded villa perched on the edge of a cliff, its large windows and open layout making it feel like the sea was part of the house itself. The honeymoon had been Zed’s idea, though Erebus had insisted on finding a place as breathtaking as this. Embry, true to his nature, had made sure every detail was flawlessly planned. “Relax, Trivia,” Erebus said, lounging on the oversized outdoor daybed as he sipped a glass of wine. He was shirtless, his toned chest glistening in the sun, and his green eyes sparkled with mischief. “You’re making us nervous with all that pacing.” “I’m not pacing,” I said, pausing mid-step. “You are,” Zed chimed in, his golden eyes crinkling with amuseme

ISABELLA’S POV The lace of my wedding dress felt like chains, wrapping around me tighter with every breath. The fabric was smooth against my skin, but it may as well have been ropes binding me to my fate. This wasn’t a dress. It was a costume—a cruel joke.The thorns of the bouquet bit into my palms, the sharp pain grounding me. Blood welled under my grip, smearing the edges of the roses. I didn’t loosen my hold. I wanted to feel it, wanted the sting to drown out the boiling rage inside me.But it wasn’t the roses or the dress that made my blood burn.It was him.Luca Ricci stood at the altar, every inch of him radiating control. His broad shoulders were squared, his sharp jawline catching the light streaming through the cathedral windows. The scar along his jaw only added to the picture of danger he exuded.He didn’t smile—not even the faintest twitch of his lips. He didn’t need to. His satisfaction was quieter, colder, and sharper than any blade.He wasn’t marrying me because he wa

ISABELLA’S POVThe air in Luca’s office was cold, even though the space itself was spotless and luxurious. The sharp scent of leather and polished wood filled my nose as I ran my fingers over the edges of the papers on his desk. I wasn’t supposed to be here. I wasn’t supposed to be doing this. But after everything Luca had done to me—trapping me in this marriage, poisoning me just to teach me a lesson—I had no choice. I needed something. Something to fight back with. I had woken very early, searching through the rooms weary of each cctv I came across with. I spent the rest of last night finding their blind spot but even now this seemed too easy.I felt as though he was watching, calmly waiting for me tk be done, enjoying making a fool of myself.My hands trembled as I flipped through the files, my heart racing. Most of it looked like routine business transactions, but I knew better. Luca didn’t run an empire on “routine.” Then I found it. A small black notebook hidden under

ISABELLA'S POV.“You sick psychopath!” I cursed, slamming the door shut as I alighted from the car; he walked out the other end with a smirk strapped to the sides of his lips.My eyes trailed off to his sleeves soaked with blood; the bullet meant for me had grazed through his arms, but I couldn't give a flying fuck about it.“I almost died because of you; you brought me down into your war!” I screamed, seething with rage.“So?” He questioned. Corking up his eyebrows like this was some sort of joke. “Maybe next time I'll just let them take you,” he responded, his words dripping with mockery and nonchalance.I watched in awe. My lips parted as he stormed past me, whistling to himself; my heart thumped hard in my chest. Oh, I hated this man.I hated him so much I wanted to strangle the life out of him, but I couldn't; he proved that to me twice. I was weaker compared to him.The automatic doors pushed open as he walked in, and I followed behind, hot on his heels.“You should have; no one

LUCA'S POV.My jaw ticked, my eyes not wavering off her as she made her way down the stairs, walking elegantly in the blue, silky, lace, slitted gown I got for her… It had an opening at the back; the fabric had clung perfectly to her curves complimenting every part of her body.Her hair, ran carelessly over her shoulder in a hat, made her more sexy and defiant she looked dangerous; I loved it.She knew how to cause a scene, too bad she'll be making it with me.“Enjoying the view?” She asked, the frown on her face growing deeper as she approached me. Finally standing on the last flight of stairs, I tried hard not to roll my eyes at her comment. “Merely staring at you, makes me want to puke all I had for lunch.” I snapped, turning my gaze away from turning on my feet without waiting for a moment of her response.“Don't act funny, or make baseless remarks, or try making an escape; you'd embarrass yourself, Isabella. Besides, I'm certain you won't want Mattoes's head on a plate,” I asse