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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
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Stepping onto the cruise deck, I was greeted by an overwhelming sense of luxury. Goosebumps crawled over my skin as the night air hit me – it was freezing out there. Clad only in my wedding dress, crafted from the finest yet incredibly thin material, I instinctively wrapped my arms around myself to stave off the cold.Suddenly, I felt warmth enveloping me from behind. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Vincenzo draping his jacket over me, a protective gesture against the chilly night."Thanks," I whispered, even though I probably shouldn't have, considering he was the reason I was freezing in the first place.Heading to the upper deck for the main after-party, the moment we joined everyone, it turned into absolute madness.I've been to some wild parties before, maybe even crazier ones, but never to a wedding after-party quite like this. Back home, in the Cosa Nostra, our wedding bashes were more on the traditional side. The Outfit's party tonight felt like a twisted t
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅With that, he took out his blade—the sharpest one with the Capone emblem engraved on the metal. I instinctively took a step back, but he gripped my arm, holding me in place. I met his gaze, searching for any hint of the warmth that used to be there."What are you doing?" I questioned, my voice trembling.I was scared... I don't get scared easily, but right now, in this moment, fear has a grip on me like never before.The kind of fear that shuts me down, the kind of fear that takes me to another place... "I paid for this fucking dress, so I get to do whatever the fuck I want with it," his eyes gleamed with a sinister darkness. "I get to cut it, rip it to pieces, and even burn it. As for the woman wearing it, well, she too came at a considerable cost, just unwrapping what my millions purchased."He brandished the blade, a malevolent glint in his eyes as he placed the tip against my collarbone."Consider it my way of taking back what's rightfully mine," he said befor
Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I groaned, a low, guttural sound reverberating through my skull as I battled to pry my eyes open; they felt burdened, as if each lid had its own set of stubborn dumbbells.The room, shrouded in darkness, slowly came into focus. A memory flashed across my mind – Claire couldn't stand the idea of falling asleep in complete darkness. She needs light to fall asleep. Dragging myself up from the pillow, my head throbbed like a bass beat. The room spun, and I couldn't decide if it was my pounding headache or the remnants of a wild evening refusing to let go.Groping around the cluttered bedside table, I finally grabbed my phone. Squinting against the muted glow, I desperately scanned for the window blind control. After a couple of clumsy swipes, I found it. The soft glow crept in, revealing the room in slow motion, but that brightness? It didn't tiptoe in; it barged through my skull like an overenthusiastic party crasher, making me wince and regret every decision from
Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I watched her through the mirror as she combed her hair. Her eyes stared mindlessly in the distance and her hands methodically worked over the same strand of hair as if she wasn't even in the room. Georgina, my secretary, had gotten a jumpsuit for her, something warm and modest that covered her entire body. It was pink, she knew it was my favorite color for Claire when she shopped for her earlier. "They are calling you out for breakfast..." I voiced and that startled her, she immediately looked down at her lap taking deep breaths in, and then out. "I'm not hungry..." her voice came out flat. I slid my hands into my pockets, and the urge to knock some sense into her was overwhelming, "Everyone insisted on your presence." Her eyes met mine through the mirror and they narrowed, there was a big bruise on her cheek and her cheekbone was swollen, that's how hard she had hit her face on the bed. But all that was nothing compared to the vacant look in her eyes. Taki