**Ten Years Ago...**
The sun burned fiercely on the car's windshield that summer morning. If there were several things I hated in life, heat was one of them. It was irritating, made me sweat, and gave me a headache. However, it was a day when I couldn’t let something as trivial as the weather bother me.
It had been a week since my father was killed in an ambush by a rival family, and I had quickly had to take over the family business. Even though I had been prepared for this my whole life, as a prince trained from childhood to take charge of a kingdom, nothing was quite like practice. A traumatic event, like the death of a parent, suddenly thrusts you out of the shadows and makes you an emperor.
Fortunately, I had my younger brothers by my side. They might say it was foolish, but I entrusted them with my own life. Theo and Mateo were with me when I got out of the car in front of a large mansion in Almada, a town near Lisbon.
I slammed the door, hearing the impact before my strength, and adjusted the sunglasses on my nose. Damn sun making my head throb. I straightened my blazer, ensuring the gun tucked in my belt was covered. I shook my head and styled my black hair before following my men into the grand mansion. The very bright and well-lit hall seemed to overshadow the dirty money with which this house and the cars in the garage were probably purchased.
Like any leader in my position, I was responsible for politics. It was impossible to maintain a good regime without important alliances, and it was my duty in light of my meeting with Afonso Barbosa, the head of the largest Portuguese mafia.
I walked down the beautifully decorated hallway, lined with paintings I didn’t care about, and entered a huge living room. My men stood at the entrance, peacefully but with their hands near their weapons, ready to use them if anything became uncontrollable.
The man sitting in a brown leather armchair stood up, holding a glass of whiskey. He had a serious expression, but he smiled when his brown eyes met mine at the entrance of the room, his demeanor proud and firm. I was only twenty-six, but my rifle had already fired more bullets than I could count.
“Marco Belluci.”
“Afonso Barbosa.”
“It’s a pleasure to see you agree to come to my home.”
“We go where business leads us, right?” I shrugged and flashed my friendliest smile. I admit I wasn’t good at this; my mother had called me grumpy since I was a kid. I always frowned, and they barely saw me laugh or play with other children. She complained that my father had placed the crowd's weight on my shoulders too early, but I think he did well; otherwise, I wouldn’t have been so ready for his death if he had done it differently.
“You’re right.” The man set his glass down on a round table beside the armchair and stepped toward me.
My men didn’t move, simply staring at his, who also had guns in hand. If either party decided to shoot, a real massacre would certainly ensue, which was no good for anyone.
“The union of families through marriage is a very ancient custom used to seal agreements for millennia.”
Unfortunately, a great idiocy that had persisted, I just thought. I knew, since I was ready to take this position, that often my personal opinion would clash with the interests of my empire and would have to be set aside, just like this time. Negotiations with Afonso had begun even before my father’s death, and after taking office, I couldn’t back down; otherwise, it would create hostility with the Portuguese that we didn’t need. Moreover, this agreement would be advantageous.
“We need your port for the smuggling entry from Latin America, and you need our protection against the Costas, so that seems fair enough to me.”
“For that, I will deliver to you the most precious asset I have.”
I remained still but had to refrain from scoffing. That nonsense wouldn’t work on me. No man would hand over his daughter to the mafia boss of another country if she was truly his most precious asset.
“Do you want to see her?”
I nodded. That was why I was here, to meet my future wife. Like for other sovereigns throughout history, marriage was just a simple political game and didn’t involve the desire of the heart. This point about my position had been very clear to me since I was a child, and I had no illusions that I would choose a girl I would fall in love with and swear love and fidelity for the rest of my life. I would have a wife to strengthen the mafia and as many whores as needed to satisfy my manly desires.
“Please come with me.” He pointed to the stairs, and I nodded.
Mateo took a step to follow me, but I raised my hand for him to stop. I would go up alone, and my attitude alone was a vote of confidence. Afonso slid his fingers along the dark wooden railing and ascended the stairs. At a comfortable distance, I followed him. My weapon was within reach, and I wore a bulletproof vest under my suit and well-pressed clothes. I trusted my ally, but I wasn’t foolish.
We entered a hallway and headed toward the second-to-last door. Still at a comfortable distance, I waited for Afonso to open the door. He looked inside and waited for me to approach.-
**The first thing I noticed when looking into the room was the pink walls and the canopy bed that seemed fit for a princess. Ironically, nothing suited the wife of a king better. There was a huge shelf filled with toys, and sitting on a fluffy white rug was a little girl playing with a doll. She was distracted and seemed to be having fun, so it took her a while to notice my presence alongside her father. But when she saw us, she got up and ran away, using the pink armchair as a shield to protect herself from my curious and distinctly surprised gaze.**
“It’s just a girl!” I turned to Afonso with a mix of confusion and outrage. “I was hoping to come here and find a woman, not a kid I’d have to take care of. How old is she?”
“She’s eleven.” He swallowed hard.
I couldn’t claim to be a straight man; I had committed many atrocities in the name of the mafia and would do even worse, but taking an eleven-year-old girl as a wife was unthinkable.
“She still plays with dolls.” I shook my head.
“I can’t imagine you’re going to marry her now! I beg you, but you can keep her under your guardianship until she’s old enough to become your wife.”
My first instinct was to say no. I had too many worries, and I didn’t want a child to become one of them. But she was the price to pay for controlling one of the most strategic ports in the Atlantic.
“I’ll see what I can do with her.” I eventually agreed.
My father had told me that when I took over the business, I had to be ready for anything.
“Take care of her.” Afonso reached out to pat my shoulder but pulled back, changing his mind when he met my indifferent gaze.
“I’ll do my best.” My voice was cold and expressionless. I might be a monster, but her father wasn’t far behind.
I heard a whimper coming from another room and a woman groaning. I thought it could be the girl’s mother, but it wasn’t my concern to look after her happiness. In the mafia, everything was business, including children, family members, and even the heart itself.
“Pack the girl’s things; I’ll take her.” I turned away and went into the living room.
I waited for a little over an hour. My brothers exchanged glances with me but said nothing. They knew how important this alliance was for us and that it wasn’t just about my marriage. The decision was mine as the future fiancé and head of the family.
Afonso came down holding the girl’s hand, and as he approached me, she looked at me curiously. I didn’t know what her father might have told her, but her astonishment had faded in her big brown eyes.
“Are you going to take me for a ride?”
“I am.”
“Can I take my doll?”
“You can.”
“Where are we going?”
“To a convent.”
I held the girl’s hand while my brothers took her bags. Her fingers were so small that it seemed difficult to even hold them between mine. I admit I hadn’t paid attention to the girl’s age. My only concern was to go to Portugal and seal a deal, but I had expected to return to Italy with a woman to warm my bed, not a child to care for.
The best idea I had in such a short time was to leave her in a convent, to be cared for by nuns until she came of age, and I wouldn’t have to worry about her until then. Sheltered in one of Italy’s many convents, the young girl wouldn’t bring me headaches until she became a woman.
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**LAIS'S POINT OF VIEW**
It’s surreal to think that I belonged to a man before I was old enough to understand what love is. It would be comical if it weren’t so tragic.
My memories before I was entrusted to the care of the nun were very vague. I remembered a very bright and colorful room, unlike the gray one with the little uncomfortable bed I was forced to sleep in every day. The other novices said I was lucky because, unlike them, I wouldn’t become the bride of God but would belong to a flesh-and-blood man who was waiting for me just beyond the walls surrounding the Vatican City.
That might even seem romantic to them, but it wasn’t for me. There was nothing fairy-tale-like about marrying a man fifteen years my senior who had dropped me off in a convent to lead a chaste life until I turned twenty-one.
I hadn’t seen my family in ten years, and I wondered every day if they missed me. I thought they didn’t since they hadn’t called or asked how I was doing. I had asked the Mother Superior several times, but she had nothing to say. Even my mother tongue, Portuguese, was becoming an increasingly vague memory in my mind.
I should have been excited as my birthday approached, but honestly, I didn’t know what to expect, and something inside me told me that a future with Marco Bellucci could be much worse than ten years of penance and chastity.
“Lais?” I heard a knock at my door, prompting me to get up.
“Yes, Sister Mary?” I stood before the door just as she opened it, revealing the very small woman with plump, almost childlike features. Among the many supervisors of the novices, Sister Mary was the kindest. I sometimes imagined she was my adoptive mother, there to take care of me. The little information I had about the world came from her, since our access to the outside was very limited. We had a television in the living room, Vatican newspapers available in the library, and very restricted Internet access on computers, which could only be used twice a week for an hour. I didn’t have a mobile phone, even though I knew what it was, no friends, and all I knew was what was taught under the nuns’ tutelage. The new arrivals brought the latest news, coming for various reasons. Some by choice, and others condemned to live here, like me, by someone who had the power to decide their lives.
The best of them had been Fabiana Rossi. She was the daughter of a wealthy family, always getting into trouble, so her parents sent her to the convent to see if she could get her act together. That obviously didn’t work very well, and she was expelled weeks after joining. However, during her stay with us, she showed me a rubber replica of the male sex organ. I had never seen anything like it and didn’t imagine I would again until my wedding night.
I wouldn’t have any other male contact besides Marco, not even at school. About to turn twenty-one, I would be his little porcelain doll, or at least that’s what the other novices with a bit more sense of the world would say.
There were few things in life I was sure of, mainly because of my limited notion of the world, but I wasn’t looking forward to walking down the aisle with Marco. My memories of him were also vague. During my time at the convent, the man hadn’t bothered to visit me, and I didn’t know what awaited me once I came face to face with him. A bald, pot-bellied old man? It was a possibility...
"Have you finished your morning prayers yet?"The sister asked, pulling me out of my daydream and making me look at her."Yes, I have.""You seem distant, my child.""It's just your impression, Sister." I lied. I didn't want to tell her that I was thinking about my inevitable marriage. I was tired of being told that it was God's will and that I should do it with joy. How could God want me to marry the head of the largest mafia family in Italy? Not that anyone had told me directly, but I had always been listening and eavesdropping on conversations, especially those concerning my life."Come on, you need to have your breakfast and help the others clean the convent." I just nodded and followed the sister down the hallway to the refectory where the other novices were gathering to eat a mushy and unappetizing porridge.I moved away from the sister and sat in the open space between Felicia and Nina."Good morning!" I smiled at both of them, alternating my gaze from one to the other."Three
# The Viewpoint of LaïsI felt my stomach churn, and my mood was very different from the sunny spring morning. They would come to pick me up, and I would finally leave the walls of this convent to go to my wedding. However, contrary to what my novice friends thought, I was not freeing myself; I felt like I was leaving one cage only to enter another—I would never be able to fly freely like a bird. I didn’t know what awaited me at this wedding, and I feared it would be worse than the endless days of prayer and fasting. I heard a knock at the door and got up from the bed.“You can come in.” I swallowed hard, but the lump in my throat didn’t go down; it just stayed there, making my breathing anxious and difficult.“Hello, Laïs.”“Hello, Sister Antonella.” I rubbed my hands together, trying to rid myself of the cold sweat.“You can just call me Antonella.” She removed her veil, and I was astonished to see beautiful, well-kept blonde hair, very different from the short hair or shaved heads
# Laïs's Perspective"Get up, my dear." The hairdresser tugged at my hand shortly after placing the veil on my head. I nodded and moved toward the mirror, stopping to gaze through the sheer fabric at my beautiful hairstyle and princess-like gown. The dress was voluminous, adorned with lace and gemstones. The crystals sparkled like mermaid scales. A stunning tiara rested on my bun, matching the heavy earrings that dangled from my ears. I had no idea how much they cost, but I imagined they were very expensive given their weight and the number of stones."You look magnificent," Antonella commented beside me. It still shocked me that this woman had been watching over me for ten years, but I tried not to dwell on it since it was all coming to an end, and there was nothing I could do.In truth, I had never been able to do much in my life. Every step I took was monitored, and I didn’t expect that to change now. I suspected many women would be immensely happy on their wedding day, but I was n
"Come in, come inside!" She pointed to a small door."What do you want?""Just come in, my daughter!"I realized they could arrive at any moment and catch up with me. Without thinking, I stepped inside and found myself in the back of a small bakery, where wood was burning to heat a brick oven, just like the one at the convent."Take off that wedding dress.""What?" My eyes widened at the unexpected command from the woman."Do you want to escape or not? The dress attracts too much attention. Hurry, take it off! I'll help you." I turned my back to her as she unbuttoned the pearl buttons. I stepped back, feeling exposed in just my underwear. Thankfully, I was at an angle where I couldn't be seen through the windows. The woman took what remained of the immense, luxurious wedding dress and tossed it into the clay oven. It was quickly consumed by the flames and reduced to ashes."Thank you, but I can't run in the street like this.""Come with me. You're thin, but I should have some old clo
MARCO'S POINT OF VIEWThe church was packed. A massive circus was about to take place, and a suitable audience was essential. I was getting hot in this suit and feeling restless, anxious to be precise, but I maintained my composure. It had always been crucial for someone in a dominant position like mine. Great leaders could never appear desperate, as everyone depended on them to remain calm.Though I tried to keep my gaze fixed on the altar, I could still see a few heads turning toward the enormous double doors at the entrance. Like me, they must have been wondering when the bride would walk through. This was one of the highlights of the wedding, and impatience was becoming increasingly evident on everyone's faces.I tried not to check my watch to avoid showing any discomfort. She was late, but I couldn't tell exactly how late.I noticed Afonso, my fiancée's father, was also growing impatient. I wanted him to hold it together, but he didn't. When he stood up from the pew and approache
LAÏS'S POINT OF VIEWThe woman pulled back the curtain of the room and looked out onto the street. She surveyed everything very carefully before turning to face me."They're no longer on the street. You need to leave. I don't even want to think about what could happen to me if they find out I helped you." She ran her clammy hands through her thinning, almost white hair."Then why are you helping me?" I couldn't contain my curiosity, even in such a desperate situation."I know very well what it's like to spend your life married to a man you don't want."I looked at her expression and felt sorry for her, even though my situation wasn't the best either. I wanted to ask what had happened to her, to hear her story, but I didn't have the time. As the woman herself had said, the mafia could punish her severely if they discovered she was sheltering me."May I know your name?""Ana.""Thank you so much, Ana. My name is Laïs.""Let's go!" She motioned for me to follow her down the stairs."I'll
MARCO'S POINT OF VIEWI slid the glass across the table before bringing it to my lips and taking a few sips of the strongest single malt whisky I could find in my bar. This was certainly not how I expected to end my evening. I would be lying if I said I was looking forward to this wedding, especially since it was merely a pawn in the political game I was playing. The frustration that everything wasn't going exactly as I had predicted was immense.Ten years ago, I had made a commitment to marry Laïs Barbosa. I had left her in a convent and waited until she turned twenty-one. It should have been a circus, but an easy one to manage. What I hadn't anticipated was that Laïs would be capable of turning the tables and escaping me. If there was one thing I hated, it was losing control of a situation."Are you very angry?" I heard Mateo's voice.I took another sip of my whisky and looked out the window before placing the glass back on the table and turning to face my brother."I'm not angry; I
"Have a good night, my friend." He hung up, but his laughter lingered in my mind for a few moments. "Damn son of a bitch!""Who was that, Marco?" My brother closed the door and approached me."Benjamin Costas.""What did he want?""To remind me how fragile our relationship with the Barbosas is, especially now that Lais left me at the altar.""What a jerk!""They're after Lais, and they're going to kill her.""He said that?" My brother's green eyes widened in shock."Not directly, but he emphasized how advantageous it would be for them to do business without her. He even offered me an obedient wife. If they eliminate Lais, they could take the port and ally with us.""But we don't have much to lose. We could still smuggle our contraband through Portugal.""Just our reputation and a deal we made ten years ago.""And what do you plan to do?""Get that idiot before the Costas put a bullet in her head.""I hope we're the first to find her.""For the girl's sake, I hope so." I scratched my c
"Have a good night, my friend." He hung up, but his laughter lingered in my mind for a few moments. "Damn son of a bitch!""Who was that, Marco?" My brother closed the door and approached me."Benjamin Costas.""What did he want?""To remind me how fragile our relationship with the Barbosas is, especially now that Lais left me at the altar.""What a jerk!""They're after Lais, and they're going to kill her.""He said that?" My brother's green eyes widened in shock."Not directly, but he emphasized how advantageous it would be for them to do business without her. He even offered me an obedient wife. If they eliminate Lais, they could take the port and ally with us.""But we don't have much to lose. We could still smuggle our contraband through Portugal.""Just our reputation and a deal we made ten years ago.""And what do you plan to do?""Get that idiot before the Costas put a bullet in her head.""I hope we're the first to find her.""For the girl's sake, I hope so." I scratched my c
MARCO'S POINT OF VIEWI slid the glass across the table before bringing it to my lips and taking a few sips of the strongest single malt whisky I could find in my bar. This was certainly not how I expected to end my evening. I would be lying if I said I was looking forward to this wedding, especially since it was merely a pawn in the political game I was playing. The frustration that everything wasn't going exactly as I had predicted was immense.Ten years ago, I had made a commitment to marry Laïs Barbosa. I had left her in a convent and waited until she turned twenty-one. It should have been a circus, but an easy one to manage. What I hadn't anticipated was that Laïs would be capable of turning the tables and escaping me. If there was one thing I hated, it was losing control of a situation."Are you very angry?" I heard Mateo's voice.I took another sip of my whisky and looked out the window before placing the glass back on the table and turning to face my brother."I'm not angry; I
LAÏS'S POINT OF VIEWThe woman pulled back the curtain of the room and looked out onto the street. She surveyed everything very carefully before turning to face me."They're no longer on the street. You need to leave. I don't even want to think about what could happen to me if they find out I helped you." She ran her clammy hands through her thinning, almost white hair."Then why are you helping me?" I couldn't contain my curiosity, even in such a desperate situation."I know very well what it's like to spend your life married to a man you don't want."I looked at her expression and felt sorry for her, even though my situation wasn't the best either. I wanted to ask what had happened to her, to hear her story, but I didn't have the time. As the woman herself had said, the mafia could punish her severely if they discovered she was sheltering me."May I know your name?""Ana.""Thank you so much, Ana. My name is Laïs.""Let's go!" She motioned for me to follow her down the stairs."I'll
MARCO'S POINT OF VIEWThe church was packed. A massive circus was about to take place, and a suitable audience was essential. I was getting hot in this suit and feeling restless, anxious to be precise, but I maintained my composure. It had always been crucial for someone in a dominant position like mine. Great leaders could never appear desperate, as everyone depended on them to remain calm.Though I tried to keep my gaze fixed on the altar, I could still see a few heads turning toward the enormous double doors at the entrance. Like me, they must have been wondering when the bride would walk through. This was one of the highlights of the wedding, and impatience was becoming increasingly evident on everyone's faces.I tried not to check my watch to avoid showing any discomfort. She was late, but I couldn't tell exactly how late.I noticed Afonso, my fiancée's father, was also growing impatient. I wanted him to hold it together, but he didn't. When he stood up from the pew and approache
"Come in, come inside!" She pointed to a small door."What do you want?""Just come in, my daughter!"I realized they could arrive at any moment and catch up with me. Without thinking, I stepped inside and found myself in the back of a small bakery, where wood was burning to heat a brick oven, just like the one at the convent."Take off that wedding dress.""What?" My eyes widened at the unexpected command from the woman."Do you want to escape or not? The dress attracts too much attention. Hurry, take it off! I'll help you." I turned my back to her as she unbuttoned the pearl buttons. I stepped back, feeling exposed in just my underwear. Thankfully, I was at an angle where I couldn't be seen through the windows. The woman took what remained of the immense, luxurious wedding dress and tossed it into the clay oven. It was quickly consumed by the flames and reduced to ashes."Thank you, but I can't run in the street like this.""Come with me. You're thin, but I should have some old clo
# Laïs's Perspective"Get up, my dear." The hairdresser tugged at my hand shortly after placing the veil on my head. I nodded and moved toward the mirror, stopping to gaze through the sheer fabric at my beautiful hairstyle and princess-like gown. The dress was voluminous, adorned with lace and gemstones. The crystals sparkled like mermaid scales. A stunning tiara rested on my bun, matching the heavy earrings that dangled from my ears. I had no idea how much they cost, but I imagined they were very expensive given their weight and the number of stones."You look magnificent," Antonella commented beside me. It still shocked me that this woman had been watching over me for ten years, but I tried not to dwell on it since it was all coming to an end, and there was nothing I could do.In truth, I had never been able to do much in my life. Every step I took was monitored, and I didn’t expect that to change now. I suspected many women would be immensely happy on their wedding day, but I was n
# The Viewpoint of LaïsI felt my stomach churn, and my mood was very different from the sunny spring morning. They would come to pick me up, and I would finally leave the walls of this convent to go to my wedding. However, contrary to what my novice friends thought, I was not freeing myself; I felt like I was leaving one cage only to enter another—I would never be able to fly freely like a bird. I didn’t know what awaited me at this wedding, and I feared it would be worse than the endless days of prayer and fasting. I heard a knock at the door and got up from the bed.“You can come in.” I swallowed hard, but the lump in my throat didn’t go down; it just stayed there, making my breathing anxious and difficult.“Hello, Laïs.”“Hello, Sister Antonella.” I rubbed my hands together, trying to rid myself of the cold sweat.“You can just call me Antonella.” She removed her veil, and I was astonished to see beautiful, well-kept blonde hair, very different from the short hair or shaved heads
"Have you finished your morning prayers yet?"The sister asked, pulling me out of my daydream and making me look at her."Yes, I have.""You seem distant, my child.""It's just your impression, Sister." I lied. I didn't want to tell her that I was thinking about my inevitable marriage. I was tired of being told that it was God's will and that I should do it with joy. How could God want me to marry the head of the largest mafia family in Italy? Not that anyone had told me directly, but I had always been listening and eavesdropping on conversations, especially those concerning my life."Come on, you need to have your breakfast and help the others clean the convent." I just nodded and followed the sister down the hallway to the refectory where the other novices were gathering to eat a mushy and unappetizing porridge.I moved away from the sister and sat in the open space between Felicia and Nina."Good morning!" I smiled at both of them, alternating my gaze from one to the other."Three
**Ten Years Ago...**The sun burned fiercely on the car's windshield that summer morning. If there were several things I hated in life, heat was one of them. It was irritating, made me sweat, and gave me a headache. However, it was a day when I couldn’t let something as trivial as the weather bother me.It had been a week since my father was killed in an ambush by a rival family, and I had quickly had to take over the family business. Even though I had been prepared for this my whole life, as a prince trained from childhood to take charge of a kingdom, nothing was quite like practice. A traumatic event, like the death of a parent, suddenly thrusts you out of the shadows and makes you an emperor.Fortunately, I had my younger brothers by my side. They might say it was foolish, but I entrusted them with my own life. Theo and Mateo were with me when I got out of the car in front of a large mansion in Almada, a town near Lisbon.I slammed the door, hearing the impact before my strength, a