The Capo's Deadly Bride 소설 & 이야기

I was floating at the top of the city's syndicate pyramid, wrapped in silk and surrounded by absolute luxury, yet I had never felt more exposed, more vulnerable, or more profoundly alone. Irina shifted her position slightly, stepping closer to the base of the bar, her eyes locking onto a group of men moving up the grand staircase toward the VIP level. She didn't say a word to me, but the sudden tightening of her jaw signaled what we both already knew: in a room full of monsters, the Capo's bride was the ultimate prize.

On my birthday, my husband, Alessandro, the family's Capo, didn't come home. He sent a bodyguard with a bouquet of roses already wilting at the edges and a text message: [Picked these myself from the garden. Happy birthday, love.] A moment later, his assistant, Chloe, posted an Instagram story: a fifty-thousand-dollar custom floral arrangement of black roses, their petals embedded with crushed diamonds. The caption read: [My Capo says, "If you love me, you show me devotion that never dies."]

"Tie Xavier to the cross too, the two lovers deserve to die together I'm good enough to offer them that" "Copy" Capo loosened Xavier and drag him to the cross, he tied him up, "Xavier darling you don't have to worry I'll give you an indelible mark so in your next life you don't take another woman for granted, learn to stick your tiny dick in one pussy but only in your next life" "I'm sorry She..…" "Capo use the blade and cut off his dick" "No…no…no…She……" Before he could finish, Capo stripped down his pant and sliced off his massive cock

"Breaking news! Bride loses her mind at billionaire wedding!" "Guess she wasn't meant for the high life. So close to marrying into money, and she snaps." Below the stage, guests in tailored suits crowded together. Some pulled out hidden cameras and started snapping photos nonstop, while others crouched in corners, clutching their heads and whispering prayers. All because, while Malcom Blair and I were exchanging vows just moments ago, I slapped him across the face, then dragged over a filthy man from the entrance who looked like a homeless drifter and kissed him in front of everyone.

I breathed. "I paid for it." He smiled for the cameras like he meant it. Whispers sharpened behind us. "Look at her. She's shaking." "Maybe she finally realised she doesn't belong here." Killian leaned in as we passed, voice low enough that only I caught it. "All that white fabric. And I can still see exactly what's underneath." I shuddered and almost tripped on my train "Careful, sweetheart." Damon's grip tightened around my fingers. "Cameras love a nervous bride."

I could see the admiration in their eyes, they clearly adored Diego but some seemed envious. I straightened my spine, lifted my chin, and forced a smile, trying to match Diego's composure, just like he wanted. I didn’t want these people to sense my apprehension and think I was some easy prey. But it was like they could see right through me. They started whispering in Spanish. "¿Quién es la novia tan hermosa?" ("Who is the beautiful lady?") ... Someone asked. "Es la novia cautiva..." ("She's the captive bride...") another voice replied, the words dripping with scandal.

Night*** Both rose and Carlo wore a black outfits. Rose’s hair was packed I’m a pony tail and the black suit she wore fit her perfectly. She wore a black shade and make sure to keep a straight face. No one would believe she was once a stripper. She looked exactly like an assassin. Carlo’s outfit was similar to hers but with a touch of white and he had dye his hair brown. Ethan wasn’t with them. Damien stood in front of them looking hot, sexy, dashing, dangerously breathing taking at the same time scary.

"We decided that in order for peace to be a possibility, we had to unite as a family." I found myself instantly unwilling to hear anything else that my father had to say as his eyes drilled into me. "I and Cavallaro arranged that you would wed his eldest child Damon, who would later become Capo dei Capi of the Familia." I had the sensation of falling. "Why me?"

"Lord Sir Sebastian Acacio's production was it about his records of tortures during his period of rule, detailed traumatising texts about his first bride's murder is in that book. You won't be able to read that!" Master Alejandro revealed looking back at his bride's curious eyes, where as after hearing the sudden information madam Genelia's eyes widened in horror. A record of tortures? What the hell? How could such a book be the best seller of that time? "Murder?" Madam Genelia sounded still confused as then master Alejandro shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "His first bride had an illicit affair with her royal server, beheaded as a punishment. She was hung naked for a week in front of hi

The dress, well, it wasn’t the one I would have chosen, but it exuded the wealth and power that I was about to marry into. But no amount of perfection could hide the ugly, horrific truth. This marriage was a lie. And I was a captive bride in all but name. It had all started when I was trying to help my best friend Ilsa, a detective with the LAPD, and her husband Roman, don of the Marchetti Mafia, save a young Russian girl—Sveta Orlov—who had been ripped from her family at the expense of her maniacal father. Since I was the only one that Ilsa knew who spoke Russian, they had brought her to me, and I had helped concoct a foolproof plan.