His Mafia princess
Adriana found her there, as always, her cousin’s eyes sharp with curiosity.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost, “Adriana teased, though her voice softened when she saw Emily’s pale expression. “What happened?”
Emily hesitated, then whispered, “They’ve arranged my marriage. To Antonio DeLuca’s son.
”Adriana froze. Then her lips parted in disbelief.
“Jason DeLuca? The mafia heir?”
Emily nodded, her throat tight. Adriana cursed under her breath. “Emily, you can’t. He’s not for you. You’re a princess—pure, radiant, the people’s symbol. Marrying him will drag your name into the mud”.