Beneath the mask

ny fingers. Elena sat curled up in the window seat of her bedroom, her favorite book resting in h

called from the doorway, pul

softened by something she couldn't quite name. At 17, Elena had grown use

d, closing her book a

he hardwood floor. He hesitated for a moment, as if choosing his wor

important" things. She was kept in the dark, shielded from the

y but laced with an emotion Elena couldn't place. "And

echoed, confusion knit

"Elena, our family... we have certain obligations. And

A marriage?" she whispered, her voice tremblin

though his eyes betrayed a flicker of guilt. "Th

ed. "Who am I su

replied, his tone leavin

the Moretti family-ruthless, powerful, and dangerous. She had neve

d, tears welling in her e

t what you want, Elena. It's about survival. Lu

ughts. She stared out the window, the rain blurring the world outside. H

as she buttoned her blouse. She had no idea what to expect, b

oat. She descended the staircase, her father waiting

aight through her. He wore a tailored suit, his posture exuding confidence and power. Ele

is voice unnaturally cheerf

ng hers. "Elena," he said, his voice low a

t was pounding. "Likewise," she repli

her life was no longer her own. But deep down, a spark of defi

e was terrified of him. And their meeting was only the begin