Vows of vengeance

er the assembled guests. Hundreds of people filled the pews-mafia families, business magnates, p

dress was a masterpiece-intricate lace hugging her figure, the veil trailing behin

arted. The d

ng around hers. At the end of the aisle, Leonardo stood like a predator waiting for his pr

s world shrank. There was

ted before placing her hand in Leonardo's. Hi

rd. Her pulse thrummed loudly in her ears. When the time

to be my wife. To honor, to protect..." He pause

e priest continued as if nothing was amiss. Isabell

Leonardo De Luca..." Her throa

d smirk tugged a

had time to react before Leonardo's lips crashed against hers. It was n

plause, but Isabella fe

e late hours of the night. Isabella felt like an ornament, passed around between influ

Isabella felt detached, her mind spin

lled her aside, his ja

a smile.

"I'll get you out

g a possessive hand on her waist. "Careful, Marco,"

He stormed off, leaving Isabella alone

ping in front of a group of men-his most tr

e calculating. She was a new piece on the c

a felt exhausted. As they stepped into the limousine, Leonardo leane

, eyes blazing. "

"No, but y

n the air. When they arrived at the grand estate, Leonardo

e now," he said.

refusing to cower.

voice a whisper against her

lla clenched her fists.