They called her a burden. His fiancè called her a nuisance. Cecelia Morrow was a pawn of her family, sacrificed for their wealth and power. When she caught her fiancé in bed with her sister, the day before their wedding, her desperate plea to escape was met with disapproval. Forced to choose between a loveless marriage and a life of hate and misery, she made a desperate call to her childhood friend, the one person she knew could help her disappear. He was the king of the underworld, a man who hated women. But tonight, everything changed. Lucien Belucci, the infamous Mafia King, had never met a woman who could tempt him, but on his way to a wedding arranged by his brother, he encountered a runaway bride and for some reason, his man that he could never get up was now hard in anger. So when she demanded for his help, he took the chance. "What do you think about getting married today?" A dangerous alliance. A desperate escape. Their worlds collide in a storm of betrayal and passion. Two souls, bound by circumstance and driven by a need for lust and freedom, find themselves in a deadly game where love and revenge become intertwined. Will their escape lead to a new life, or will they be consumed by the darkness they've unleashed?
View More"Hmm..Interesting." He murmured. His gaze drifted to the window, he seemed lost in thought. I bit my lips as I was clutching my pearls, this has to work. I'm gonna end up in the streets if it didn't. "Sure," he agreed as he clicked his tongue. He raised his phone, bringing it to his ear. I forgot he was talking to someone in the other line all this time. "I'm bringing my bride, prepare everything," he commanded on the phone, his voice low and dangerous. I stared at him, my heart was pounding. He glanced at the side mirror, checking on the men trailing our car. "And tighten the security, make sure no other people can enter." he ended the call and turned his cold gaze on me. Maybe the trace of emotion I saw on his face a few minutes ago was danger. I don't know. He doesn't sound like someone who would care at all, but this is no time to ponder and regret. Let's get out of trouble first, I'll get away from all of this, one at a time. I smiled nervously. "So, what's the next step?" I
Lucien POV I observe the woman beside me. Her sweat glistened on her skin, her gasps never seemed to end. Her eyes are grey like ash, and her hair like a well-lit cigar. The car was covered by the scent of her perfume, a smell of fresh cherry blossom lingered in the air. The constant puffing of her chest is like waves dancing in a rhythm. I felt a sudden urge in my body as I found myself strangely captivated by her being. "Bro? Who is that?" I snapped at Claud's series of questions. I raised my phone in my ear and spoke. "Why? You already had a lady in mind right?" I replied sarcastically.b "It's a woman, alright," I confided. "Woah! It is a woman! Hey! Don't get me wrong, I never really cared about the woman as long as you get wed," he exclaimed happily vibrating with excitement. Claude has been on my case about getting married as soon as he learned I stopped sleeping with women, he thought it was because of age and stress so he wanted me to get married as soon as possible.
Cecelia The bridal suite was a ghost town, it echoed the absence of laughter and chatter you can find in a typical wedding, the bridesmaids didn’t even bother to come in, and the make-up artist ditched me as soon as they were done with the job. Well, Olivia probably took them away for herself, the way she did my fiancé. I wouldn’t even be surprised if she demanded to cut the wedding cake at this point. Honestly, It felt lonely as I was anticipating this day to come for months but I doubt it would be better if they came and pretended they care. I stood and walked up to the mirror, I stared at my reflection as it stared back at me. My skin was pale, my auburn hair looking more vibrant than usual, usually flowing in my back, was twisted into a beautiful bun, studded with pearls in a variety of sizes carefully decorated in my head, like a crown. My makeup is simple yet pretty. I look more beautiful than I’ve ever been. They did a pretty good job. I nodded, it was praise-worthy.
Third Person POV The room is well-lit, shimmering in an almost suffocating extravagance. Every surface is adorned with golden intricacy, catching the light from the crystal chandeliers that hang frozen in the ceiling. All while a piece of classical music is playing in the background. A man in a tattered white robe stained with blood sat chained to a white floral chair, its gold accents contrasting the desperation visible on the man’s face. Two men in suits flanked him, they were both equipped with guns, their hands gripping the chair into position as the man tried to wiggle out. The creaking of the giant double doors sent a wave of fear through the chained-up man and gestured that it was a sign for him to stop what he was doing, but the fear quickly morphed into a burning rage. The doors swung open, revealing a man whose body is chiseled to perfection. His dark suit wrapped around his body, his green eyes devoid of emotion as he surveyed the scene. This was Lucien Belucci, the m
Cecelia “Have you had no shame?!” my voice echoed across the room, my voice trembling with disbelief. I just caught my fiancé, red-handed cuddling my sister in my bed, he sprang to his feet, his entire body naked except his lower region. “Why are you here?” he asked as he hastily clutched his white polo and his every move laughable, trying to conceal the disgraceful scene, I caught them in. “And now I can’t even be in my own house?!” I scuffed at the mere audacity. My eyes darted at my sister, my blood sister shamelessly lying in my bed, and tried to covet my husband behind my back. But Olivia only shrugged, a white blanket wrapped around her, I couldn't sense a hint of remorse in her eyes. She was the one who had texted me about their infidelity, she made sure I was going to walk in on their betrayal. She made sure to strike me where it was painful. “Really!? Charlie? With my fucking sister?! The day before our fucking wedding?!” I screamed, my voice trembling. I can feel th
Cecelia “Have you had no shame?!” my voice echoed across the room, my voice trembling with disbelief. I just caught my fiancé, red-handed cuddling my sister in my bed, he sprang to his feet, his entire body naked except his lower region. “Why are you here?” he asked as he hastily clutched his white polo and his every move laughable, trying to conceal the disgraceful scene, I caught them in. “And now I can’t even be in my own house?!” I scuffed at the mere audacity. My eyes darted at my sister, my blood sister shamelessly lying in my bed, and tried to covet my husband behind my back. But Olivia only shrugged, a white blanket wrapped around her, I couldn't sense a hint of remorse in her eyes. She was the one who had texted me about their infidelity, she made sure I was going to walk in on their betrayal. She made sure to strike me where it was painful. “Really!? Charlie? With my fucking sister?! The day before our fucking wedding?!” I screamed, my voice trembling. I can feel th
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