Bound by love and betrayal

el

torm. I stood at the altar, my hands trembling as I clutched the bouquet of white roses. They w

was no one here to witness this farce of a wedding. No friends. No fami

ed by the devil himself. His expression was unreadable, his dark eyes fixed on the priest as if this were just another

ended up here. Just a week ago, I'd been planning my escape from this life. I'd been dreaming of a future where I could leave the mafia world behind and

be your lawfully wedded husband?" the prie

lanced at Alessio, searching for some sign of hesitation, some hint that this was as hard

above a whisper. But before I c

said, his voice

ned to Alessio. "And do you, Alessandro Romano,

io said witho

o the gut. This was really happ

expression unreadable. "You may kiss the bride," the priest said, but A

fool. But then he leaned in, his lips brushing against mine in a kiss that was cold and impersonal. It was o

the back of the church. A single table had been set up, with a bottle of champagn

seat across from me, his movements calm and deliberate. He poured him

e asked, his tone casual, as i

ht to speak. I didn't trust myself

d set his glass dow

ck enough to cut with a knife. I wanted to ask him why he'd done this. Why h

to my estate tonight," he said, his voice calm but

art pounding. "You wen

st natural thing in the world. "I needed t

y voice rising. "A weapon?

was no humour in it. "

I knew it wouldn't do any good. He was in control n

"One more thing," he said, his voice, low and dangerous. Remember, "Don't

weight of his words pressing down on me. My future life is no lo