The slap echoed through the cold marble hallway, stinging my cheek and forcing my head to the side. I didn’t cry. I was used to the pain, but the betrayal in my father’s eyes was new."You will do this, Serena," my father hissed. His breath smelled of expensive cigars and cheap desperation. "Your sister is gone. If Alessandro Moretti arrives at that altar and finds no bride, he will burn this house down with us inside it."I looked at the white silk dress spread across my bed. It was beautiful, expensive, and felt like a shroud. It belonged to Bianca. Everything always belonged to Bianca. She was the golden daughter, the one promised to the Devil of the Moretti family. I was just the shadow that cleaned up her messes.And now, she had run away with a rival, leaving me to face the monster in her place."He’ll know," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I am not her. He met her at the gala. He’ll see my face and realize you lied to him."My father grabbed my shoulders, his fingers digging
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