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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
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Empty, like a room with no echoes...Numb, as if wrapped in an ice-cold blanket...And rage, a storm brewing inside burns like a wildfire, fueled by broken promises...Feeling all these things at once is like trying to hold onto sand slipping through your fingers—confusing, frustrating, and impossible to grasp. Being with him started to feel like that—like walking through a wreckage of feelings, where every step stirred up the dust of what was once a beautiful love. Feeling too much and too little at the same time. When we reached his home, I stayed in the car for a few moments, and for some reason, Vincenzo didn't step out either. There was an oppressing silence between us. It felt like the world outside was moving, yet we remained trapped in the suffocating place with no way out. Vincenzo's gaze, distant and lost, reflected the frustration etched in the lines of his face. He wanted to say something but didn't, I wanted to tell him everything but I didn't. Some
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅"Like a sheep walking into the lion's den..." he remarked, his tone dripping with amusement.I frantically looked behind him to see if Tony was there but he answered that question for me before I could say a word. "Tony isn't here. I wouldn't have a piece of shit like him wandering around the house at night. I care about my sister," he assured, but then added with a sinister twist, "But you know who else isn't at home right now? Vincenzo..." The mention of Vincenzo's absence sent a chill down my spine, and Salvatore's grin widened."What do you want?" I asked, keeping my face apathetic. His face contorted with disgust and hatred, "No matter what I do, you're like a persistent mosquito I can't swat away. All that work into getting you out of his life yet here you stand in my home, married to my son," he sneered, "Now thanks to you, the ties between the Cosa Nostra and the Outfit are stronger than ever." I glared at him, shaking my head, "You're not going to get y
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I stared at the mark on my face, the bruise had gotten darker after the assault from Salvatore last night, and the cut from his ring was going to leave a scar for sure.It dredged up memories of being fifteen, the last time I wore such bruises, courtesy of Tony.It's ironic how he reentered my life, and without physical contact, he still managed to imprint scars and bruises on me.I tilted my neck to the side and saw Vincenzo's bite mark, the one he left on our wedding night. The memory was a haze—I recalled being turned onto my stomach, his hand on the back of my head, and then everything faded.At that moment, I was somewhere far from there.I traced my fingers over the faint outline of Vincenzo's mark, a reminder of a night lost to oblivion.My heart leaped out of my chest when a presence materialized behind me, causing me to instinctively jump to the side.I placed a trembling hand over my heart, only to find Vincenzo watching me with a frown, a silent question