--Alessandro--
"Pops, I can't do what you're asking me to do, Dad," I yelled at my grandpa angrily. I couldn't marry a girl I knew nothing about, especially a human. The very idea of tying my life to someone I hadn't chosen or even known felt like a betrayal to my own autonomy and the memory of Athena.
"Yes, you are going to marry her, Alessandro. You don't want to get mated again after Athena died," he mentioned, causing my wolf to groan at him.
"Alessandro, listen. You will like her. She's pretty and a nice girl. I met her when she was sixteen at the mall. Please, Alessandro, listen to me. You are the mafia don and the alpha of the Rivermoon Pack; you need a woman by your side, and you know that pretty well." His voice softened as he tried to persuade me, but his words felt like a knife.
"I can look for someone if that's what you want, but you'd have to give me time and stop stressing Mr. Roberts like that. He doesn't deserve all that you're doing," I muttered, trying to guilt-trip him so he would listen to what I had to say.
"No, I'm not falling for whatever you have to say this time. It's been almost a year since you told me the same thing, and where is your mate?" he asked, smoking on his cigar. His voice was steady, unyielding, and filled with the authority that came with years of leading both a mafia family and a werewolf pack. He was a man who had seen and endured much, and his patience was wearing thin.
My grandpa was a wise man and always got what he wanted. I didn't want the idea of marrying a weakling when I had no time or energy to take care of that. The responsibilities I shouldered were immense, and adding the care of someone who couldn't understand our world or our struggles seemed not only impractical but also perilous. The woman he wanted me to marry was an unknown variable, a human with no understanding of our ways, and the risk was too great. Yet, I knew defying him wouldn't be easy. He was determined, and his will was like iron.
The room seemed to close in on me, the weight of tradition, duty, and my own grief pressing down. My grandfather's eyes bore into mine, a silent command mixed with an unspoken understanding of my pain. Despite our differences, he was family, and his decisions were driven by a desire to see me strong, both as a leader and as a man. But this was my life, my future, and I couldn't let it be dictated by a decision I wasn't ready to make. The battle between duty and personal desire raged within me, and I knew this was a fight that wouldn't end easily.
"For God’s sake, she's just eighteen, Pops," I muttered, trying to change his mind about this marriage. The desperation in my voice was palpable, but I knew that reasoning with him would be challenging. Pops was a man of tradition and unyielding determination. He had seen too much to be swayed easily by emotional pleas.
I couldn't go against Pops; after my parents died a tragic death when I was small, Pops was the one who took care of me. His shadow loomed large over my life, both a protector and a commanding presence. He had raised me with a firm hand and a fierce love that shaped me into the man I was today.
He was always there when I had a nightmare. I remembered those dark nights vividly—waking up in cold sweats, haunted by visions of my parents’ death. Pops would be there, sitting by my bed, his rough hand comforting me, his deep voice driving away the fears. He was always there at all my graduations, beaming with pride, his eyes moist with unspoken emotions. From elementary school to college, his support was unwavering. Every step I took was under his watchful eye.
I inherited the mafia title from him since he had to go for that title when I was young to be able to protect me. Being a werewolf wasn't that much to protect oneself. The dual roles of being a mafia don and an alpha were burdensome, but Pops embraced them with an iron will. His commitment to protecting me went beyond normal paternal care; it was a life dedicated to shielding me from the threats of both our worlds.
Of course, none of the humans knew that I was a werewolf. I was known by all as Alessandro Leonardo De Luca, the handsome bachelor in Forbes up to date. My public persona was meticulously crafted. The humans saw me as a successful entrepreneur, leading De Luca Industries, one of the largest conglomerates in Italy. The media painted me as a business prodigy, a charming and ruthless tycoon who conquered the corporate world with ease.
I run the biggest company, De Luca Industries, and all the workers were werewolves from my world. My employees were fiercely loyal, not just because I was their alpha, but because we shared a bond that humans could never understand. We operated under the guise of a legitimate business, but beneath the surface, our werewolf heritage influenced every decision.
In the underworld, I was the mafia don of Italy, where my pack is located. My reputation in the criminal underworld was built on fear and respect. Rivermoon Pack was known to be untouchable, our strength and unity unmatched. My ruthlessness was a necessary trait in this world; mercy was a luxury I couldn’t afford.
I admit I am ruthless and unkind to any single soul that tampered with my success. After the death of my mate Athena, I do not want to mate with any other female. The loss of Athena had hardened me. She was my mate, but the bond we shared was more of duty than love. I respected her and the role she played in my life, but affection had never blossomed between us. Athena was my mate, but I had no ounce of love for her, not even my wolf Rocci. My wolf mirrored my feelings, indifferent to her presence, focused only on our survival and success.
Now, Pops was asking me to open my life to another woman, a human girl no less. The thought of it was unbearable.
I was heartless, killing without batting an eye. My hands were stained with the blood of those who dared to cross me or threaten my pack. Mercy was a foreign concept, one I had discarded long ago in favor of survival and dominance. Why was grandpa trying to shove a girl onto me when, in the end, the only thing she was going to receive was pain? The path I walked was paved with danger and death, a far cry from the life of normalcy this girl probably imagined.
Sitting inside the study, I sat in front of Pops while I drank a glass of martini. The dim light cast long shadows across the room, and the rich scent of leather and old books filled the air. Pops' study was a sanctuary of power and tradition, a place where decisions that shaped our world were made.
"Alessandro, you don't have a say in what I want to do. You are going to marry this girl, and there is nothing you can do," he muttered with all seriousness. His voice was low but firm, each word a hammer blow to my rebellious spirit. His gaze was unyielding, and I knew from the set of his jaw that he wouldn’t entertain any further arguments.
Sh*t. He was serious. I thought he was trying to get on my neck. The realization hit me hard. This wasn't a negotiation or a plea—it was an order. Pops had made up his mind, and once he decided on something, there was little that could change his course. The gravity of the situation settled over me like a heavy cloak.
I just nodded, not even giving a f*ck. I could marry her, but I wouldn't regard her as my wife. She could be my f*ck buddy for all I care. My heart had long been encased in ice, and the thought of forming a genuine bond with her was laughable. She would be nothing more than a tool, a pawn in the grand game of power and alliances.
"The wedding is in a month," he muttered, causing me to choke on my martini. The sudden announcement was like a punch to the gut. I had expected some time to come to terms with this, but a month? That was absurdly soon.
"Yeah, it is, so get ready," he muttered sarcastically. His tone was laced with a dark humor, knowing full well the storm that brewed inside me. He relished these moments of control, these opportunities to assert his dominance and remind me of my place.
Who was this girl? What did Pops see in her? I was sure she was just a gold digger after my money; that's why she agreed to marry me for the money. My mind raced with cynical assumptions. She had to be after something—no one in their right mind would willingly enter my world without an ulterior motive.
"I'm sure she is," Rocci said in my head. My wolf was always more suspicious than me, his instincts sharper and his distrust deeper. He echoed my sentiments, a constant reminder of the treachery we had to be wary of.
"Alpha, there is a problem at the White House now," my first in command and also my beta Xander mind-linked me. His voice in my mind was a welcome distraction from the chaos brewing in my personal life. The White House was one of our key strongholds, and any disturbance there demanded immediate attention.
I stood up, setting my glass down with a deliberate clink. Duty called, and it was a welcome escape from the suffocating demands of marriage and family. "I'll handle it," I replied to Xander, my mind already shifting to the tactical necessities of dealing with whatever crisis awaited.
"Pops, I have to go. I think there is a problem with the merchandise," I mind-linked him and went out of the room, ready to deal with anyone that betrayed me. The urgency in my stride matched the grim determination in my eyes. My world was one where loyalty was paramount and betrayal was met with swift, unflinching justice. I was prepared to face any threat head-on, knowing that hesitation could mean the difference between life and death.
As I exited, I could feel the weight of Pops' gaze lingering on me. He often observed me with a mix of pride and concern, his own thoughts a turbulent sea beneath his composed exterior.
"I didn't train Alessandro, my grandson, this way. I wanted him to be just ruthless in his dealings but not heartless since you have to be a little hard in ruling the underworld. Since his parents died, he developed this character of not giving a f*ck about anyone, and I didn't like it," Pops reflected, his thoughts echoing in the silence of the study after I left. His heart was heavy with the burden of raising a child who had become a cold, relentless leader out of necessity rather than choice.
The tragic loss of my parents had forged me into a man of steel, unyielding and unapproachable. Pops had hoped that time and care would temper my harshness, but the opposite had occurred. My heart had grown colder, my resolve harder, and my capacity for empathy diminished.
"I thought Athena, his mate, could help him change his attitude, but it only became worse. In fact, he didn't even look her way. The mate bond was too weak to even bring him closer to her; that was how ruthless and heartless he was," Pops mused, recalling the failed attempt to soften my hardened heart through a mate.
Athena had been a beacon of hope, a chance for redemption and connection that I had utterly disregarded. The bond that was supposed to draw us together was a mere whisper against the roaring tempest of my ambition and grief. She became another casualty of my relentless pursuit of power and control.
Despite my personal failings, there was one area where Pops found solace. "The only thing that made me feel that I could trust the pack over to him was when he took care of them better than I even did. He was ruthless but ruled with fairness and justice, making the people love him to hell,"
They didn't try to push his buttons by getting closer to him, but they understood him and cared for him. The pack knew better than to challenge my authority directly, yet they showed their loyalty and affection in subtler ways. They respected the boundaries I set, knowing that behind the iron exterior was a leader who would protect them with his life.
As I made my way to the heart of the operation, my thoughts were consumed by the pressing issue at hand. The merchandise, a critical part of our latest venture, represented more than just profit; it was a symbol of our power and influence. Any problem with it could undermine our authority and invite challenges from rivals.
Reaching the operations hub, I was greeted by the tense faces of my trusted men. "Alpha, we have a situation," Xander, my beta, reported grimly. His tone was measured, but the underlying tension was unmistakable. He knew the consequences of failure as well as I did.
"Show me," I commanded, my voice cold and authoritative. The details began to unfold, each piece of information adding to the picture of a potential betrayal or mishap. My mind worked quickly, formulating strategies and responses. This was my realm, where my ruthlessness was an asset, and my heartlessness a shield. I was ready to deal with whatever came our way, knowing that in this world, only the strong survived.
Pops
I met Cassie Roberts, the daughter of my previous beta’s son James, when I visited their house four years ago, and I must say she was the moon goddess herself, so angelic, so innocent, and at peace. The memory of that first encounter was vivid in my mind. Cassie had a radiant presence that lit up the room. Her soft, golden hair framed a face that seemed untouched by the world's harshness. Her eyes, clear and bright, held a sense of wonder and kindness that was rare in our brutal world. There was an ethereal quality about her, a serenity that was both captivating and soothing.
Immediately, I wanted her for my Alessandro. The loan was going to be for free to my friend, but I changed my mind since that was the only way I could get her to marry him. Cassie’s presence had sparked an idea, a way to mend my grandson's hardened heart. I believed that someone as pure and gentle as Cassie could bring light into Alessandro’s dark world. Her innocence could balance his ruthlessness, her peace could soothe his turmoil.
The stubborn James agreed to lose everything to avoid marrying Cassie to Alessandro. His resistance was fierce, and I understood his fears. He knew Alessandro's reputation, knew that a life with him would be fraught with danger and darkness. James was willing to sacrifice all his possessions, his status, even his security, to protect his daughter from what he perceived as a doomed fate.
I used the one weapon I knew he could not deny, telling Cassie the whole truth about her world being a whole lie. It was a desperate move, but necessary. James had to see the bigger picture, had to understand that this marriage was not just about him or even about Cassie—it was about ensuring the stability and future of our pack. When faced with the unvarnished truth of our reality, James had no choice but to relent.
He agreed immediately. I regretted it afterward, but I needed what was best for Alessandro. The look in James’s eyes when he conceded was one of profound defeat. He loved his daughter deeply, and this decision weighed heavily on him. But my responsibility was to my grandson and my pack. I could go above all heights and lengths just for my grandson. Alessandro needed someone to anchor him, to bring back a semblance of humanity to his life, and I was willing to do whatever it took to make that happen.
--Cassie--A month flew by in the blink of an eye, and here I was, torn between obligations and my overwhelming desire to flee. The wedding was set for two days from now, yet every fiber of my being recoiled from the thought of it. I hadn’t seen Alessandro since the day I learned of this arranged marriage; even the engagement ring had been delivered impassively by his driver, precisely a week after I received the news. A ring, beautiful but impersonal, lay in its velvet box, coldly glinting under the light—a physical reminder of the life-changing decision that had been made for me, rather than with me.This wasn’t how I had ever envisioned my wedding. I had always dreamed of a love-filled celebration, where my partner and I, bound by genuine affection, would share the joy with close friends and family. In that vision, he would hold my hand, reassure me, laugh with me, and look at me with the warmth and anticipation that lovers do. But reality couldn’t have been further from that dream
--Cassie--We were in the garden, seated around a small wooden table, each of us with a steaming cup of tea in hand. The warm afternoon sun bathed us in a gentle glow, filtering through the leaves above and casting dappled patterns on the grass. The air was rich with the scent of blooming jasmine and roses from the nearby flowerbeds, and every now and then, a soft breeze rustled the leaves, carrying with it a hint of fresh earth and summer warmth.Hailey and Michelle were lost in their usual chatter, still gushing over photos of Alessandro. They spoke in excited whispers, eyes wide with fascination, as they scrolled through the images. Their words, though mostly lighthearted, held an almost envious undertone that wasn’t hard to miss. Both seemed to wish they could swap places with me—to be the ones Alessandro had chosen. I thought, only half-joking, how I’d gladly grant them that wish if I could. This entire situation felt surreal, and if I was being honest, slightly overwhelming.“He
--Cassie--“Get up, Cassie,” I heard Michelle’s voice as she tapped me gently on the shoulder, pulling me from the edges of sleep.“Let me sleep, please,” I murmured, hugging my pillow tighter, wishing that somehow I could stay in this cocoon of comfort and escape reality a little longer.“Today is your wedding, girl!” she replied, her tone a mix of excitement and urgency.The words jolted me awake, and I sat up suddenly, as if struck by lightning. My heart sank as the realization hit me, and a tear slipped down my cheek. So, its today, I thought, as a wave of helplessness washed over me. I wished, desperately, that I could run away. The idea lingered, sweet and enticing, like a dream that would never be. My mind raced with images of escaping, of disappearing into a place where arranged marriages and obligations didn’t exist.“Cassie, everyone is waiting for you,” Aunt Sophia called from the doorway, a soft smile on her face, as though this were any ordinary day. She looked so cheerfu
--Cassie--Looking at myself in the mirror, I could hardly recognize the person staring back. My reflection shimmered with elegance, and for a moment, I found myself mesmerized. The soft glow of the morning light poured in through the window, casting a gentle, golden hue over everything, as if even the world outside was celebrating this day. The delicate lace and diamonds of my gown sparkled as I moved, and I couldn’t deny that I looked beautiful, like a vision straight out of a dream. I took a deep breath, trying to steady the fluttering in my heart.Just then, there was a soft knock at the door. “Cassie,” I heard, followed by my father’s familiar voice. The rest of the room fell silent, and with gentle murmurs, my bestfriends and the makeup artist stepped out, leaving us alone. I turned to see him standing there, his face a mixture of pride and sadness. His eyes softened when he looked at me, and I could see he was fighting to hold back his emotions, just as I was.“Dad…” I whispere
--Cassie--It was time to step into the church. My heart raced, thumping painfully in my chest, but I knew this was my last chance to run. Yet, deep down, I knew I wasn’t going to. I wasn’t that ungrateful, not after everything they had done for me.Hailey and Michelle stood infront of me, their smiles wide and eager, as if this was the happiest moment of their lives. Dad's grip on my hand was firm, steady, as he prepared to lead me down the aisle. His fingers, warm and comforting, seemed to anchor me in that fleeting moment of doubt.“This is our moment!” Hailey whispered, her voice barely audible over the rising swell of music. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, her cheeks flushed, as if she had been waiting for this day for years.Dad gave me one last look, his smile full of pride and tenderness, and then the massive wooden doors creaked open. A rush of light poured in, revealing the church, so grand and imposing, with its towering columns and stained-glass windows that bathed the
--Cassie--I couldn’t believe what had just happened. My lips still tingled, the sensation foreign and unfamiliar, while around us, people were applauding, their smiles bright and eyes full of excitement. Some, however, looked less pleased, casting sharp glances our way, their discontent thinly veiled. But it was the words of the priest that echoed in my ears, sending a shiver through me: "I now present to you, Mr. and Mrs. De Luca."The reality of it all crashed over me like a wave. This was my first kiss—stolen without my consent, in front of all these people, at a ceremony I could barely believe I was part of. I hadn’t chosen this, not really. The kiss felt like the symbolic surrender of my innocence, something precious that I had always imagined saving for someone I truly loved. Yet here I was, and the one thing I was certain of in that moment was that I wouldn’t be giving him any more than what was already taken. Not willingly, at least."Cassie." A voice called my name, snapping
--Cassie--As I stepped into the reception, I was struck by the grandeur of the place. The decor was breathtakingly elegant, every detail meticulously crafted, as if they had spared no expense. I couldn’t help but feel a flicker of satisfaction."Look at your husband," Hailey teased, her voice a bit too loud, causing several heads to turn our way. Embarrassed, I tried to shush her, but her words made me blush nonetheless. I cast a glance at Alessandro—my new husband. He was standing across the room, speaking with a few guests, his demeanor as composed and distant as ever.Suddenly, an elderly man began to approach, his gentle smile and warm eyes catching my attention. He looked distinguished, carrying himself with the sort of confidence that came from years of experience. Dad appeared beside him, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder as we exchanged glances."My dear Cassie," the man greeted, his voice soft yet resonant. Dad gave a small nod and said, "Cassie, this is Alessandro’s
--Cassie--“Cassie, Cassie,” a voice called my name, gentle but insistent, pulling me from a foggy haze. Slowly, I opened my eyes, blinking at the bright lights around me. As my vision cleared, I saw familiar faces gathered close—Aunty Sophia, my dad, and my friends, Hailey and Michelle. Relief washed over their expressions as they saw me stir.“Oh, she’s awake!” one of them exclaimed, smiling.I looked around, taking in the room. We were still in the grand reception hall, its opulence now dimmed by my disoriented state. Everything felt surreal, like waking from a strange dream. “What…what happened?” I asked, my voice coming out in a whisper as I tried to focus on their faces.“You fainted,” someone said softly, but the murmurs and hushed voices around us made it difficult to pinpoint who. I noticed the way people looked at me with a mixture of concern and curiosity, their eyes heavy with questions."I bet she’s pregnant, that’s why she fainted," someone whispered from a distance, tho
--Cassie--How was I ever going to face him now? It seemed Alessandro was waiting for me in the room, and the thought alone made my cheeks burn. I was too shy to step out of the bathroom, too flustered to gather my courage.For the past ten minutes, I had been standing behind the bathroom door, hoping he might leave. But, of course, I was wrong. He wasn’t going anywhere. The bed creaked faintly under his weight, a reminder that he was still there, waiting patiently.I took a deep breath, steeling myself. You can do this, I thought, though my heart pounded furiously in my chest. Slowly, I stepped out, my towel wrapped tightly around me. His eyes landed on me instantly, and the intensity of his gaze made me want to melt into the floor.Without a word, I quickly made my way to the closet, too self-conscious to meet his eyes. My footsteps felt hurried, almost frantic, as if speed alone could shield me from the weight of his stare.“I’m waiting so we can go for breakfast,” he called out ca
--Cassie--I couldn’t believe it. I had given my virginity to Alessandro. The thought kept replaying in my mind, each time leaving me in a mix of disbelief and wonder. Last night had been something entirely different—a night where all my senses had come alive. It was as though I craved him in a way I didn’t know was possible. At first, I thought I was unwell, but when he entered the room, something shifted. My body, soul, and spirit had yearned for him, and I couldn’t resist the pull.As I lay in bed now, the memories of the previous night lingered vividly. I couldn’t shake the idea that maybe someone had drugged my food or drink. How else could I explain what I had felt? I had never experienced anything like that before.The sound of water running from the shower broke through my thoughts, reminding me that Alessandro wasn’t here in the room with me. He was in the bathroom. I felt a wave of shyness wash over me. How was I supposed to face him after what happened? He knew I was a virg
--Cassie--The next morning Alessandro was already gone. I could not meet with Elise yesterday because something came up I sat up in bed, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment. Suddenly, I began to feel incredibly hot. It was as if a furnace had ignited within me. I glanced at the AC, which was on and functioning correctly. What was happening to me? I felt an overwhelming urge to strip off my clothes. Without a second thought, I peeled them off, not caring if someone could enter and see me. The heat was unbearable, and my skin felt like it was on fire.I thought a shower might help, so I rushed to the bathroom and turned on the cold water. But even the cold water did little to alleviate the heat. I sat in the tub, my head pounding, my back aching, my abdomen cramping—every part of my body was in distress. I felt a primal, almost feral need coursing through me."Woooo," I heard howling from outside. The sound was loud and insistent, a chorus of voices that seemed to vibrate thro
--Cassie--Waking up in the room alone, I immediately noticed Alessandro’s absence. The emptiness of the bed beside me only added to the quiet of the morning, but my rumbling stomach quickly reminded me of a more pressing need. I needed food, and I needed it now.Throwing off the covers, I got up and headed straight for the dining room. As I entered, the familiar hum of conversation filled the air. Everyone was there except for Marco and Alessandro.“Good morning,” I greeted the room with a polite smile before finding a seat at the table. My eyes briefly scanned the room, landing on Lalia. She was here too, sitting a few seats away, and she looked much more relaxed than she had yesterday.I focused on my plate, letting the aroma of the warm meal soothe my morning haze. As I ate, I couldn’t help but notice Lalia’s gaze lingering on me. She wasn’t being subtle, and her curiosity was palpable. It made me wonder if she wanted to say something. But she didn’t. She just kept staring, her ex
--Cassie--Yesterday had been an exhausting day for all of us. The events, the tension, and the overwhelming social games had drained every ounce of energy I had. I thought the day’s drama was behind us, but I was wrong.Yesterday as we were seated at the table when Lalia returned, her eyes still red from earlier. Shortly after, five young women approached her. They moved with practiced ease, their perfectly styled appearances giving them an air of confidence that Lalia clearly lacked.It didn’t take long for their intentions to become clear. Alessandro leaned over and whispered, “They’re here to hook up with wealthy men. Happens at events like these—through the connections of a certain powerful woman.”I looked at him, stunned. “You’re saying they’re...?”He nodded subtly, confirming my suspicion. “Escorts. High-end, expensive ones. It’s normal at these types of galas. Lalia must be new to this. Look at her—she doesn’t even know what she’s gotten herself into.”My heart sank as I tur
--Cassie--The auction had finally come to an end, and Alessandro and I were making our way out of the booth toward the gala hall. The atmosphere was electric, but I couldn’t shake off the feeling of unease that lingered in the air. Tonight, I had seen greed in its rawest form, and I was certain this night would be etched into my memory for a long time—perhaps forever.A commotion happened near one of the booths caught my attention. Two celebrities, both renowned for their glamorous but controversial lives, were at each other’s throats over a diamond necklace. Voices were raised, insults thrown, and it didn’t take long for the argument to devolve into a full-blown physical altercation.“Unbelievable,” I muttered under my breath, watching the chaos unfold.The security team acted quickly, stepping in to separate the two women before they would have brawl could escalate further. Despite their scuffle, they had been so distracted by their heated exchange that neither noticed when another
--Cassie--“We will now begin the auctioning of the goods,” Lorenzo’s voice boomed, his tone infused with grandeur.From behind the velvet curtain, a sleek, elegant drawer was wheeled onto the stage, drawing the crowd’s attention. Atop it sat a stunning pair of antique clocks, their polished gold frames gleaming under the spotlight. The intricate patterns on the surface and the subtle chime that echoed in the silence gave them an otherworldly aura.“This pair of clocks here,” Lorenzo continued with dramatic flair, “is known as the Clock of Money. Legend has it that every tick blesses your business with abundance—every second, every moment.”I blinked, startled. My first instinct was to scoff. How could anyone believe something so ridiculous? A clock that brings wealth? It sounded like one of those myths that people desperately clung to for comfort.Alessandro must have noticed the incredulous look on my face because he leaned closer, his voice low and amused. “It’s not true, of course
--Cassie--The room was breathtakingly glamorous. The chandeliers, massive and intricately designed, hung high above, casting a golden glow that shimmered off every polished surface. The atmosphere was opulent, almost surreal, as though I had stepped into a world reserved for the elite.As we made our way further inside, the stares continued. Alessandro, however, seemed completely unfazed. He moved with a natural confidence, exuding an air of authority that made it clear he belonged here. He looked like the man of the hour, and judging by the way people murmured and whispered, he was enjoying every second of it."Oh, she’s so young," I heard someone mutter nearby."Look at those curves—and that face. She probably went under the knife."The words stung, but instead of ignoring them, I turned and met the speaker’s gaze directly. She froze, her expression shifting from smug confidence to startled surprise. I held her gaze for a moment longer, making it clear I had heard her, then turned
“You look beautiful.”Those were the first words I heard as I stepped onto the staircase, and they immediately wrapped around me like a warm embrace.I felt a blush rise to my cheeks, my lips curling into an involuntary smile. The happiness blooming inside me was impossible to contain.Alessandro stood at the bottom of the stairs, dressed impeccably in a sleek tuxedo. His hair was neatly gelled back, and the way he looked at me, like I was the only person in the world, made my heart race."I knew this was the best dress for you, and I was right," he said with a satisfied grin.His words made me feel lighter, like I could float down the stairs instead of walking. I reached out, and he took my hand, his touch grounding me in a way that felt both reassuring and thrilling.As we descended together, I caught the girls staring at us, their expressions a mix of admiration and envy. Their gazes lingered on my dress, and I noticed how stunning they looked as well, their own gowns sparkling und