Empire of Lies

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el. Not even glancing up from the documents sprawled

I can tell he isn't. he never jokes, h

t feared don we've ever had, and I've spent my entire life proving myself to him, working relentlessly to be more than just his

ow...

for the first time I stepped into his o

't have

ed like this." I try to hide the despe

he limps closer to me, even as he slaps me hard on the cheek and my head spins to the s

sts nails digging in t

us before the Mexicans a

e deadliest man in all of New York, the one man that is said to be so cruel and wi

ow he's trying to protect his people. But...selling me off to someone fo

e ruthless person to another who

begin my voice lace with malic

one, you did because it was your duty. This is also your

t from rage. It's finally, arguing with him

s the door and walk out

*

he bride's room dressed in the most disgustingly beautiful white dress ever, I wanted to wear red. It'd have

Mexicans. They had sworn today there would be no w

o-called torture god, not that I wanted to. But the fact he ha

structed to be as light as possible, unlike my reaction to my hair I have no problem with that. The ball dress is so bi

n with a big smile, like she j

eady; you'll be goi

the door creaks open a

ng windows. The floor is polished marble and the seats are filled

murmur in the crowd, their voice laced with curiosity and greed, their eyes wat

chin, not giving into their judgmental gazes, that calculate, tha

d on the al

c Salv

amor, his presence feels like a sharp force, suffocating and magnetic at the same time. His face is hard and chiseled in al

eny, but rather than amu

ness just calculating and analyzing as they rak

locked. Until I reach the alter, standing face-to-face with him. The silence in the room is suffocating,

o pretense of this being a marriage out of love or at

nd races between what's happening and the tipping rage that threatens to spill. I shoul

nce you husba

n stabbed in the heart. Every piece o

he bride." The

lips inches from mine. He looks up and his eyes meet mine, they look darker filled with something

rp sting as his teeth sinks into my bottom lip, hard enough it causes me to bleed.

breath hot against my cheek, "Welcome to the famiglia mia mogile."

, scream at him and lash out but I don't, I refuse to let him know how much this is affecting me. I refuse to gi

f my own heart beat thundering in my ears. His lips curl slightly,

rried a p