Caged Bride
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resisted the urge to scratch, to tear it away, but her fingers remained curled around th
alls, casting soft shadows on the altar. It smelled of polished wood, old books, and something sterile-formality, per
on her father's arm, not when they'd faced the prie
to steady h
The Morettis didn't offer second chances. This wasn't a
ing into one indistinct murmur. Something about honor, obedience,
nt, slid onto her finger by Dante's unfeeling hand. He said the words
kiss th
le
oldness in his eyes. No warmth. No curiosity. Just calculation. He leaned forward a
e turn
bespoke suits and diamond-draped women who all seemed to know something
s. Dante M
k countryside. Aura sat stiffly across from Dante in the back seat. His posture was relaxed, but distant. He stared out the w
at he
d less like a welcome and more like the mouth of a beast. Beyond them, the mansion sprawled like something o
interior was all sharp lines and subtle menace-marble, black oak, golden accents that glimmered under th
se, he paused, final
u will be briefed tomorrow. For tonight, your room is in the west wing. Second
the implication sat l
because she didn
ded. "And do not mista
there was nothing to say. Nothing tha
nd disappeared up the other staircas
cted affection-this wasn't that kind of story. But the sh
way leading to her room was dimly lit, paintings of old men with cruel e
e, the maid opened it without
, a gilded mirror, soft rugs underfoot. It was more suite than bedroom-but
her, the silence settled
Each motion felt like shedding someone else's skin. The veil,
could just see the tops of the wrought-iron gates in the distance, guar
bed. The sheets were cold
lightly, and she cle
it come
ome something she wa
t's done. This marriage saves us all. Be
t like a child
his
his
thi
med on its own, automate
on the ceiling, mind spinning lik
as ma
ho hadn't
she hadn
she no longe
d her like invisible fingers, Au
st walked int
pped into
Moretti he
ling the sheets over her bod
soft
fr
just locked...
llway, just beyond the heavy
't last