All Chapters of The Requiem's Bride. : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"...You will marry, Alejandro Ricci." Those words sliced through the air spitting her heart into two. The sweet aroma of roasted turkey and opus one filled the air, thick and suffocating.Camellia Moretti sat at the long glass table, the soft glow of the chandelier light fell and reflected on the glass table, it's white rays on the marble floor. Everything smelt like power and money, the essence of her family and she hated every bit of it. Her father, Luca Moretti, twirled his wine glass, his eyes were fixed on her, expectations visible in them. His face was stern and unreadable. Around the table sat all of her uncles, her cousins and her elder brother, the so called pillars of the Moretti empire, all chauvinistic bastards, and the most important, the man she hated the most in the world, Alejandro Ricci and a few of his associates. They all waited for her response. This wasn’t a family dinner. It was a business transaction. And she, Camellia Moretti, was the merchandize.Luca p

She wished he would let her go, but he never did.Camellia didn't remember how she got to Alejandro's Estate, nor did she remember why she was standing right before his SUV. Everything felt blurry; her memory was scrambled. The only thing she knew was that she was caged and had been caged for over a week.She had heard that her father knew she was with Alejandro. She didn't expect him to do anything to help her. He was Luca Moretti, of course, the same man who sacrificed a woman he claimed to love.Very early in life, she swore never to get married to a man like her father. Here she was, being forced to marry someone worse.She was certain that this was the day, the time she would escape. Camellia had her light gun tucked in her leather trousers.She could see Alejandro stroll down, his olive skin shining under the rays of the sun.In a different universe, under another sun, Camellia would have thought he was rather handsome.As he drew closer to her, she brought her gun out, pointin

Chapter 5Mateo's eyes glittered like strokes of light as he slowly strolled down Camellia's body, over each visible curve. Her gown accentuated her perfect shape, the marine blue complementing the diamonds on her neck. She looked beautiful, so beautiful that he wished she were his.Immediately, he realized the severity of his thoughts and looked away. The Requiem was the most powerful mafia in New York. They were ruthless and bloodthirsty. He knew it would be stupidity to go against them.He dropped his glass on the tray, making to leave the gathering. He needed to get some air; the night felt too hot.Camellia moved taking her last step on the stairs. Alejandro helped her down, his hands wrapped around her waist. Slowly, his mouth brushed against her earlobe."I said black." he whispered, his words like a silent threat.Camellia's lips curled into a smile, her eyes glowing with excitement. "Really? I thought I heard you say marine blue. Clearly, I did... or perhaps, did I mishear yo

Mateo sat in his executive seat, the darkness clung to the wide space of his office like a ghost in a haunted house.The footsteps were loud, arrogant hitting the marble floor. "El sicario... We have him." He looked towards the figure they dragged.It didn't take long for the figure to advance from the darkness, beaten, bruised.A child less than ten years. "The Capo of Falcón wants him gone."Blood dripped down his face, sweat clung to his immature cheeks. His crystal black eyes stared out into the darkness, hopeless. His head fell down, both of his hands were held by the men, his legs dragged on the floor. Immediately Mateo held his eyes, voices from the past rang in his ears, bombs echoed in the distance. His eyes were like a portal taking him back in time. Back to the past he had long forgotten. His mother held on to him. Her eyes bloodshot red, eyes still flowed out from them. "Mi amor... Close your ears, it would all soon be over." Mateo held his ears, brushing his litt

Camellia looked through her netted lashes. The last time everyone was gathered like this, they had fucking sold her off. Ringlets of smoke danced around the dinning halls, the strong smell of liquor, cigarettes and silence filling the room. Alejandro sat at the head of the long table, he was dressed in a fine silk, black sleeveless shirt. His wolf tattoo stretched over his balls of muscles on both arms. His fingers tapped silently again his glass of whiskey. His dark eyes moved around the room, scanning each face like a predator assessing its prey.Camellia sat beside him, her back was pressed against the chair. Her dark hair was curled in waves and her makeup was thick, her face unreadable. Her father, Luca Moretti, sat comfortably, his fingers wrapped around his glass of liquor, his eyes also traveled like Alejandro’s. Lorenzo, her eldest brother, sat right by his side, his jaw tight. He picked up his glass of liquor, taking a little sip from it then he sets it back on the table