A Marriage with the Mafia Prince
Mrs Valentino looks at me with calm detachment, like she already knows how this ends, while Mr Valentino leans back in his chair, his fingers steepled beneath his chin, curiosity and focus clear on his face.
“There are, of course, conditions,” Mrs Valentino says.
Of course there are. There’s always a catch.
I lean back slightly, bracing myself for whatever comes next, remaining silent as I wait for her to go on.
“You will be married to our son, Stephano Valentino, by the end of this week. The ceremony will be private. Legal. No press.”
My head spins. This week? Married? I blink at her, trying to process the words. “This week?”
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