The Mafia’s heir’s bride
"Then let them try. I will burn before I let them take him."
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That night, Bianca stood before a mirror in her lavish suite across the city.
Her fingers traced her reflection as though she were sculpting destiny itself.
"You heard him, didn't you?" she whispered to herself, recalling the moment Luca murmured Alessia's name. The sound of it still made her stomach twist with rage.
She pulled a vial from a velvet box, A vial of dark, shimmering liquid gifted to her by her son, Jackson.
"This time," she hissed, her eyes gleaming, "it won't matter what name he whispers. Because when he wakes, his soul will already belong to me."
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