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Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅"Is that really your plan?" I exclaimed into the phone, my pacing echoing in the living room."It's the safest option. If I let you slip through Vincenzo's fingers, he'll either kill me or, worse, never forgive any of us," Adriano replied in a hushed tone on the other end of the call. "We discussed this, Adriano. The moment I marry him, he'll surely kill me. I know him well enough to understand how a simple comment can trigger his anger. After what your father orchestrated, do you really think he'll easily let this go? He's marrying me to torture me," I stated, sitting on the couch and pushing my hair back."Maybe, but consider this: it's the best for all of us involved. We'll disclose everything the moment he's in power, or maybe even before if you two can find a—"I interrupted, firmly, "No! Not before he becomes Capo, Adriano. I'm afraid he might do something reckless. And your father, no offense, is a first-class jerk. He isn't even afraid to get rid of his own
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅The next evening, I found myself in a clinic, nerves dancing beneath my skin. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air as I sat on the examination table, my thoughts racing.Dr. Harris, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes, entered, offering a reassuring smile. "Are you ready, Claire?"I took a deep breath and nodded, attempting to quell the nerves that fluttered beneath my skin. The room felt colder as I shifted my gaze to the medical equipment, its metallic gleam contrasting with the pastel walls.As the procedure began, a mix of discomfort and anticipation coursed through me. The rhythmic beeping of medical equipment and Dr. Harris's voice created a steady backdrop to my inner thoughts.I focused on a distant point in the room, trying to distract myself from the unfamiliar sensations.The rhythmic beeping of the medical equipment acted as a metronome, measuring the passage of time. Moments later, Dr. Harris spoke, "There we go. You should start feeling better
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Vincenzo departed for Chicago five days ago, and I found myself without a wedding dress or a wedding band for him.His silence left me yearning for a sign. No calls, no cryptic messages from unknown numbers; just an unsettling radio silence that instilled both fear and a profound sense of sadness within me. Preparing for the wedding on my own was tougher than I expected, with his absence hanging over everything like a dark cloud.Despite Bianca and Allegra's repeated offers to join me shopping, I politely declined. Even when Scott offered to pay for everything, I turned him down too. Numbness enveloped me; the idea of shopping for my wedding felt like an insurmountable task. It wasn't just disinterest – it was a profound disconnect from everything. I lacked the will to live, let alone engage in the preparations for what should have been the happiest occasion of my life. Bianca labeled it as depression, but I'm not convinced. It feels like even depression would hesi
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I don't know where I was, it was an apartment, not as lavish as Vincenzo's other apartments but it was nice and cozy. On the top floor, the distant dots of people below only intensified the isolation, intensifying the nervous flutter in my chest.The quiet felt thick, every little sound in the room like the ticking of the clock echoing louder than it should. It was like the walls were holding secrets. Unease tingled through me. After Vincenzo shoved me into the car, he hopped into another one and took off, leaving me stuck with that repugnant Antonio. He couldn't resist stealing glances at me every two seconds through the rearview mirror, probably hoping I'd initiate some conversation. But I wasn't giving him the satisfaction – my lips stayed sealed.Stepping out of the car, I realized why he'd sent me here. The entrance screamed high security – strict protocols, no way out except through an elevator guarded by his thumb impression and his voice command. It was lik
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I woke up in bed, though I had fallen asleep by the window in the early hours of the morning, observing the gradual illumination of the sky. Yet, inexplicably, I found myself tucked in bed with him standing by the bedroom window – shirtless, sipping his morning coffee.He glanced back at me and realized that I was awake. A look of complete indifference across his face before he returned his attention out the window. As I slowly sat up, I absentmindedly combed my fingers through my hair."I really thought that marrying you was going to be the happiest day of my life..." he voiced, gazing into the distance. I stared at the side of his face, I wanted to say how I had thought the same. The plan I had in mind for our wedding night, the things I wanted to tell him but couldn't. I had to wait. "Now it feels like I'm making the damn worst mistake of my life," he spat out, a bitter sneer contorting his face. "What the hell am I even doing? Marrying you after the shit you p
Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Aunt Alessia brushed away imaginary specks from my tuxedo, offering a teary smile as she meticulously adjusted my bowtie. Despite her efforts to contain the tears, they shimmered in her eyes.I planted a gentle kiss on her forehead, triggering an emotional surge. Overwhelmed, she enveloped me in a tight hug, succumbing to sobs."I wish she were here, witnessing how handsome her baby boy has become. If only fate had chosen me instead that day; at least then, you boys would have had your mother by your side," she whispered, her words finding solace against my chest, my chin resting atop her head."Please don't say that," I responded gently. "Your love has always been more than enough for me. You've never let me feel the absence of a mother. Besides, if anything had happened to you, it would have been unfair to little Allie—losing both her parents."Aunt Alessia withdrew, shaking her head. "She doesn't need me. Her loyalty lies with her husband and those people. They
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅"I, Vincenzo Capone, take thee, Claire Elise Parker, to be my wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part, according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto I pledge thee my faith," his voice was emotionless, almost robotic. His words flowed mechanically, as though recited from memory, devoid of emotion or pause for reflection.Adriano stepped forward with the ring and Vincenzo took it, he held my hand and slid the wedding ring onto my finger, "I give you this ring as a symbol of my love; and with all that I am and all that I have, I honor you, in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit..." Now, it was my moment. I turned around, and Allegra promptly handed me the envelope containing my wedding vows. Nervous anticipation flickered in my eyes, betraying the emotions swirling within me. Extracting the paper, I glance
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅The reception party took place at a Capone family property, and it was exceptionally elegant and refined. The venue mirrored Vincenzo's appreciation for the finer things in life. Every detail exuded class, creating an atmosphere of luxury that elevated the celebration. Huge crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, giving off a soft, sparkly light that made everything look magical. Everywhere you looked, there were flower setups with special and rare flowers. The whole room smelled amazing, like a mix of all the best scents you can imagine.Live musicians were playing beautiful Italian music. The food was like a trip around the world, with really famous chefs making delicious dishes from different countries. There was even a special place just for caviar and they had options from the Caspian Sea. There were fountains with golden streams pouring out champagne, handpicked, vintage wines, each bottle a collector's dream, and the sommeliers were on hand to guide gues