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Five years had passed since that first time we’d visited the Carnaval. Time had flown by in a way that both amazed and overwhelmed me. Nathan was now a little boy, five years old and full of energy. His laughter was contagious, and every day with him felt like a new adventure. As a family, we had our ups and downs, but there was something about the way our little world had come together that made everything worth it. The idea of going to the Carnaval again was something Damian had suggested a few weeks ago. I had almost forgotten about the tradition we started with Nathan when he was a baby. Now, with him being five, I knew this would be a different experience. Nathan was old enough to appreciate the colors, the music, the rides, and, of course, the games. We were no longer a young couple trying to figure out parenthood. We were a family—stronger, closer, and so much more in tune with each other. I watched as Damian helped Nathan into his little outfit. It was cute and casual, perfe
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The warm rays of the Italian sun caressed my skin as I walked through the gardens, the vibrant blooms swaying gently in the breeze. To anyone else, this might have been paradise—a private villa on the outskirts of Milan, sprawling gardens that seemed to stretch forever, and the undeniable luxury of a life untouched by struggle. But to me, it was a cage. A beautiful, gilded cage, but a cage nonetheless.I stopped near the edge of the fountain, the sound of trickling water mingling with the distant chirping of birds. It was peaceful here, but peace was something I had never truly felt. There was always the weight of expectations pressing down on me, a suffocating reminder that no matter how far I wandered in this vast estate, I could never escape the invisible chains that bound me to my family’s name.I reached down to touch a rose, its petals soft against my fingertips. Even flowers like these seemed freer than I was. They could bloom without anyone watching their every move, without s
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The dining room was breathtaking, as it always was during these gatherings. The chandelier hanging above the long, polished table sparkled like stars, casting its golden glow across plates of meticulously arranged food. Crystal glasses caught the light, reflecting it back like diamonds. It was a picture of elegance and wealth, but for me, it might as well have been a stage.I sat beside my father, just as I was supposed to, my back straight and my hands folded neatly in my lap. My dress was perfect, my makeup flawless, and my smile faint but polite—everything expected of the daughter of Giovanni Moretti. I was the picture of control, but inside, I felt completely out of place.Around the table sat some of the most powerful men in the Italian mafia, all engrossed in conversations about territory disputes, smuggling routes, and alliances. They spoke in low, serious tones, their words dripping with power and tension. Occasionally, they would glance my way, offering a polite nod or a half
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The air in the underground meeting room felt colder than usual. It wasn’t because of the Moscow winter but because of the man standing at the head of the long, metal table. Damian Volkov, heir to the Russian Bratva, didn’t need to shout to make his presence known. His cold, piercing blue eyes were enough to silence a room, and the men seated before him knew better than to speak without his permission.The room was dimly lit, with a single light casting shadows across the table. Damian stood, tall and unmoving, his sharp features set in a mask of calm authority. He rarely sat during these meetings. Sitting implied comfort, and comfort wasn’t something he allowed in moments like this.“Speak,” he said, his voice low but firm.The men glanced at one another nervously. No one wanted to be the first to talk, but the silence only made the tension worse. Finally, Mikhail, one of Damian’s most trusted lieutenants, cleared his throat.“There’s been movement near our eastern border,” Mikhail sa
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The mansion was silent, the kind of silence that felt heavy and alive. Damian Volkov stood alone in his study, staring out at the snow-covered grounds of his estate. The night was calm, but his mind was anything but. No matter how many years had passed, the memories always returned when the quiet stretched too long.On his desk sat a small locket, simple and worn. Damian’s fingers brushed over the cold metal as he picked it up. Slowly, he opened it to reveal a faded photograph of his parents—his mother’s warm smile and his father’s proud, steady gaze. For a moment, the mask of control Damian wore so well cracked. The memories he worked so hard to bury surged forward, dragging him back to the night that had changed everything.---It had been a warm summer evening, though the heat felt stifling in the backseat of the sleek black car. Damian was fifteen, sitting beside his mother as the vehicle cruised down a quiet road on the outskirts of Moscow. His father, Chael Volkov, sat in the fr
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I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. The woman I saw wasn’t someone I recognized. She was a woman who had no say in her own life, whose future had been decided by others. A woman whose entire world had just crumbled around her.It was hard to believe what had just happened, what my father had announced. My heart was still racing, my mind reeling. Damian Volkov. I was supposed to marry him. The heir to the Russian Bratva.The words echoed in my head, drowning out everything else. Marriage. Damian Volkov. It was like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.The meeting had been brief, almost clinical, as if my father was discussing the weather rather than the fact that he was offering me up as a pawn to the Volkov family. Giovanni Moretti, the man I had always looked up to, the man who was supposed to protect me, was throwing me into this arrangement like I was nothing more than a tool.A tool for power. A tool to seal a truce with the Bratva.How could he do this to me
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I stood at the entrance of the dining room, my stomach twisting into tight knots. I had hoped this day would never come, or maybe, somewhere deep down, I had known it was inevitable. The reality of it was like a weight pressing on my chest, harder to bear with every passing second.The large dining room was already filled with the usual family and close associates—people who were here for business as much as for family. The familiar faces were now strangers to me, and I couldn’t bring myself to look at any of them. My father, Giovanni Moretti, was seated at the head of the table, his posture as commanding as ever. His eyes met mine as I stepped inside, and though he smiled at me, it didn’t reach his eyes. His smile was calculated, just like everything else he did.“Isabella,” he greeted me in his usual calm voice, “Come, sit.”I forced my legs to move, but every step felt heavier than the last. I sat down at my designated place beside my father, trying to look composed, but inside, I
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The chandelier above me sparkled like thousands of tiny stars, casting shimmering reflections across the grand ballroom. Everything about this engagement gala was designed to impress—the towering floral arrangements, the golden accents on the tables, the soft sound of a live orchestra filling the air. It was breathtaking. And yet, I couldn’t breathe. My dress, a stunning emerald-green gown, felt like a cage wrapped around me, its fabric clinging to my skin as if it wanted to suffocate me. The guests—powerful men and elegant women from both the Moretti and Volkov families—moved around the room like pieces on a chessboard, exchanging pleasantries, shaking hands, making deals hidden beneath polite smiles. This was not a celebration of love. It was a performance. A performance I wanted no part in. I stood beside my father, Giovanni Moretti, who greeted each guest with the confidence of a man who ruled his world. To his right was him—Damian Volkov. My fiancé. The man I had been forced
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