A Virgin For The Mafia Prince

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ened slowly, revealing a grand mansion that looked like it belonged in a fairy

reeted Antonia and Uncle Julio with respect, but when their eyes met mine, I shrank und

hat I could almost see my own reflection. The theme colors of the

ugh grand hallways, and I couldn't help but admire the

e. He looked just as powerful as people described him, and everyone said he was the big boss. Antonia

's marriage. Antonia and Dante were to get married. But every time he

iend! You know, they say laughter is the key to a long life. So, let's share a joke or two, shall we?" He chuckled nervousl

nte. "Oh, Dante, I have always imagined myself as the next mafia pri

this place together," she continued, but Dante's expression didn't change. Uncle Julio shif

. Antonia coughed, catching my attention. She looked at me, a silent reminder that we weren't supposed to be dining at the same table

ven bother to argue. I lowered myself back into the

my good friend, perhaps now is the time to make the final decision. Antonia is ready to beco

cing Julio. "Stop." The single word hung heavy in the

re had been a mistake. "Ah, Dante, forgive me, but you might be confused. Her name is Antonia, not Elena." Dante looked at him, unfl

tch for you." He praised Antonia's features: flowing golden hair, emerald

s nothing compared to Antonia." I felt a pang in my chest at his words, but I kept my gaze fixed on t

his decision to marry me. I couldn't und

oice is final. I will marry Elena, and she will be my Mafia princess. I won't marry Antonia." Antonia argued, her voice rising. "Dante, you can't b

ies me, or there will be no marriage at all. I won't be forced into a

Julio, attempting to bring up some control, stammered, "Dante, we'll go home and talk abou

leading us away from the grand dining room. As we exited the mansion, uncertainty hu