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Four weeks earlier…Kira's Pov"Are you ready?" Aunt Linda asked and my eyes widened with excitement. It seemed like she had found a way out."Yes," I replied, dragging the sun dress down my thighs."Okay, you're set to go. Just remember to come back on time," she instructed. I nod, too excited to reply.The corridors were empty, allowing me to walk out without being seen. To an outsider, it might seem like a mischievous teenager trying to sneak out of the house with Aunt Linda as my accomplice. But my life was far more complicated than that. My name is Kira Neel. I am the first daughter of the Neel Family.My family held immense power in the country and my father was the Don of the American mafia. Being the eldest daughter of this family, one might expect that I would be a pampered princess living a life of luxury and privilege.However, my reality had always been more similar to that of an abandoned princess.My mother's death during my birth was the breaking point of my father's

THIRD PERSON’S POV…The engagement party…The guests arrived, wine glasses in hand, comfortably discussing with one another. Dylan’s eyes roamed over the hall, searching for one person—the reason for the occasion. He was about to go and look for her when he heard the clink of a spoon against a glass, drawing everyone’s attention. It was Kira’s father, Tius."Ladies and gentlemen, Tonight, we celebrate the age-long union of our two families. As you all know, centuries ago, my great-great-grandfather Julius Neel was on the verge of ruin, all the other families abandoned us except the great Romano Vasillios. And with his help, we overcame our enemies and In gratitude, Julius agreed to a marriage alliance between our families. This blood alliance has allowed our families to coexist peacefully for generations. And tonight, we honor this legacy through the marriage of my beautiful daughter Kira and Dylan Vasillios." he paused, looking around."So here's to love and family. Let's all raise o

KIRA’S POVI looked at myself in the mirror, for the second time that day, all glamoured up, but this time I wasn't clad in a white wedding dress. A blue gown hugged my curves, accentuating my figure beautifully.A smile tugged at my lips as I noticed how my eyes sparkled, perfectly matching the colour of the dress. But then my conversation with Adrian crept back into my mind. And Suddenly, the urge to tear the dress off overwhelmed me, and the smile faded, my expression mirroring the emptiness I felt inside.***"You'll be going," he had said with authority, his eyes holding a stern glare similar to mine.“What makes you think I’ll listen to you? I thought I was just your brother’s sloppy seconds. So why are you so eager to show me off?” I challenged him.He looked at me, his face expressionless, making one think he wasn't affected by my words, but the way his fist tightened beside him hinted otherwise. It was enough for me to know I had gotten to him.“I couldn’t care less if you we

KIRA’S POVI sat at the table, my untouched breakfast in front of me. Aunt Linda had practically dragged me out of my room, insisting I eat something. The sound of a chair scraping across the floor caught my attention. I looked up to see Adrian settling in opposite me, dressed sharply in a black suit.“Good morning” I grumbled but he continued to stare at the newspaper in front of him. It had been exactly a week since his release party and three days since I found him fucking a whore. This was the first time we’d shared a meal at the dining table since, but I doubted he was here to bond."Prepare yourself for tonight," he finally said, his voice breaking the silence. I looked up at him, the food in front of me still untouched."For what? Another porn series starring you?" I snapped, the memory playing on an endless loop in my mind.He smiled—a twisted, almost genuine expression. "I didn’t realize you enjoyed such things," he replied coolly. "I bet you walked away with your panties so

KIRA’S POV *** A wide smile stretched across my face as my feet giddily danced down the stairs. What was love without happiness? “Why are you smiling so much, babe?” Dylan asked, an equally broad smile resting on his face. “I’m sorry, I just—” I giggled, my hands rushing up to hide the blush creeping across my cheeks. “I can’t believe you’re actually here.” “I told you I'd be here, didn't I?” “I know, but it’s unbelievable! How did you manage to convince him to let me leave the mansion for this date?” I asked. “You know how paranoid he’s been since the accident. He won’t even let me go back to school, not even to the library. I’ve been caged up like a dog for more than eight months, and now that I’m finally outside, I don’t even know how to feel. Tell me, are the trees still green, or have they evolved into something else?” He smiled, gently taking my hand and leading me out of the mansion. “Stop being so dramatic,” he chuckled, nudging me playfully. “It’s been only eight month