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Forced to Wed the Mafia Heir Chapter 13
BRIDAL SHOWERThe living room of the Palazzo Reale's top suite sparkles in front of me, a pastel dream designed for a celebration I never asked for. Soft pink and ivory roses overflow from crystal vases, their lovely fragrance blending with the crisp scent of chilled champagne. Delicate ribbons hang from the ceiling, catching the warm light from carefully placed lamps. A table is weighed down with fancy pastries and shiny flutes of bubbly. It’s stunning, almost painfully so, and I can’t help but feel like an outsider in this feminine wonderland.I smooth the emerald silk of my cocktail dress, the fabric gliding over my skin. It feels cool and slick, a sharp contrast to the rising heat of anxiety inside me. My mother’s voice echoes in my mind: "It would be rude to Lysander’s family if they didn’t get to meet you before the wedding." As if this act of regularity could hide the truth of what’s really going on.My fingers glide over the curves of the dress, pausing at the bodice. Emerald
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HIDDEN PLANI nod, getting the hidden message in her words. We both know that "protection" in our world really means control, dressed up as family care."I'm sorry," I say quietly, fully aware that my words fall short.Sandra shrugs again, a touch of resignation in her tone. "It is what it is. You know that as well as I do."I let out a bitter laugh, the sound echoing hollowly in the fancy room. "Yeah," I reply, because what else can I say? We're both stuck in the same golden cage."Well... we could come up with a plan, you know, to free ourselves from this. Honestly, I don't want to get married yet, and you're far too young to marry someone so ruthless." Sandra said She glanced around nervously before whispering, "I feel the same way... but we have to be careful. We can't just run away without thinking it through."I want to escape this too, but I can't help but worry about the consequences. If we're not careful, we might end up in even more danger. We need a plan that's both clever
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BEAUTIFUL CAGEI gazed through the tinted glass, the cityscape becoming a mere streak as we raced along the highway. A line of polished black vehicles led the way, a stark reminder that my autonomy had slipped away. This wasn’t just another day—it was the day. The day I would become Lysander Vincenzo’s wife, the man whose name was spoken in hushed tones but who now occupied the very core of my existence.I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, attempting to alleviate the pressure building in my chest. Yet, nothing seemed to ease the weight."Are you alright?" Ava's voice broke through my spiraling thoughts, laced with an unmistakable tension.I nodded, though I couldn’t tell if I was reassuring her or myself."Yeah, just... feeling a bit anxious."Ava shot me a look that clearly conveyed, the understatement of the year, but she remained silent. We both understood that there was no turning back now.As we arrived at the Vincenzo estate, I was struck by the sheer extravagance that enveloped
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ENTRAPMENTI gazed at my reflection, feeling like a stranger draped in white satin. The gown, adorned with a chapel train and intricate platinum embroidery, sparkled under the sunlight, casting a mesmerizing glow. My fingers glided over the satin ribbon that hugged my waist. I should have felt like a bride, yet all I could perceive was a sense of entrapment."The dress is absolutely stunning, Kylie," my mother had exclaimed earlier, but I found myself unable to muster any enthusiasm.The door creaked open, and Aunt Megan’s overly cheerful voice shattered the silence.“That sweetheart neckline is simply... exquisite!” She smiled brightly, exchanging glances with Aunt Christy, who nodded in agreement, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.“Lysander will be smitten. I promise you.”At the mention of his name, I flinched, a reflex I couldn’t control. My mother caught it, her smile faltering as she hurried the aunts out of the room. _Thank goodness._ I was not ready to face their
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FAILED PLANI stood before the mirror, the wedding gown enveloping me like a second skin. It was a true work of art, the chapel train cascading behind me, and the platinum embroidery shimmering in the light. It should have felt like a fairy tale, yet it only felt like a cage.A knock on the door jolted me from my reverie. I straightened my posture, forcing a neutral expression as Mother, Sandra, and Rahila entered the room.“Wow, Rosy, you look absolutely breathtaking,” Sandra exclaimed, her voice filled with sincere admiration. “Your hair is like spun gold.”Sandra’s mint bridesmaid dress was lovely, and Rahila, in her maroon gown, appeared to be wilting in the summer heat. Mother ushered Rosy in, saying, “Come on, Rosy. Your cousins want to speak with Rosy.”“Ava?” Mother inquired, glancing at my sister.Ava, seated on the sofa, shot Mother a defiant look. “I’m not going anywhere. I won’t leave Rosy alone.”Mother sighed and closed the door behind her.Sandra cleared her throat, loo
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THE KIDNAPThird person POVKylie faced the mirror, the wedding dress clinging to her form like a second skin. The veil flowed down her back, its intricate lace serving as a fragile shield from the outside world. Her reflection revealed a stark contrast to the tempest of feelings raging inside her. Anxiety tightened around her heart, and her eyes betrayed the fear she desperately tried to conceal.Beside her stood Ava, her younger sister, a silent source of strength.“I’d do it for you,” Ava finally murmured, her voice a gentle affirmation of support.Kylie’s breath caught as she stepped away from the mirror, her facade beginning to crack. “You’re still my little sister. I should be the one looking out for you.”Ava’s eyes sparked with resolve. “We’ll look out for each other. Our connection is far more powerful than their foolish oaths, the Omerta, or their blood ties.”A heavy sigh escaped Kylie. “I don’t want to leave you. It pains me to think of moving to New York.”“I’ll come to s
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GREATEST NIGHTMARE"I sank deeper into the comfy chaise lounge, loving the feel of the velvety cushions against my skin. The only sounds were the quiet rustle of pages and the tick-tock of the old grandfather clock in the corner. It was so peaceful in the library, almost like my own heartbeat.The reading lamp next to me creates lengthy shadows across the dark wooden furniture, enveloping my younger sister Ava in a personal cocoon of light. The walls were lined in rows of unspoiled volumes with leather-bound spines glinting in the faint light. I'd always connected the musty smell of old paper and polished wood - which permeated the air — with safety and comfort.Ava's head rested cozily on my lap; her eyes closed, and her breathing was regular. I looked down at her calm face and started to smile a little. Her long lashes created soft shadows on her cheeks, and some black hair strands had dropped across her forehead. Our home lacked these quiet times; hence, I valued every second.Runni
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UNWANTED ENGAGEMENTYou know that feeling when your stomach starts churning right before you're about to go on a rollercoaster? That's exactly how I felt outside Dad's study. I could barely even grab the doorknob because my hand was so sweaty. It was never a good sign to be called to the study, but this time? It felt different, like something was off.I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. "It's okay, Kylie," I muttered to myself. "You probably forgot to do something minor; no big deal." I pushed the door open and walked in, trying to pep talk myself into feeling better."Man, was this room always this stuffy?" I quizzed, Dad's cigar made the place smell like a truck, and I swear the walls were closing in on me. Dad looked all broody and serious behind his desk. He motioned toward the chair across from him and said, "Sit down, Kylie."As I perched on the edge of the seat, I felt like a little kid in the principal's office. "What's up, Dad?" I tried to sound casual, but I thi
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