mafia · step family · assassin · cold · wealthy · organized crime · arranged marriage · ruthless · dangerous · family drama
The chapel smells of polished oak and wilting lilies, dust motes swirling in the slanted, amber afternoon light. Your cream silk dress catches the glow as you settle into the pew, the high slit revealing a glimpse of thigh, your auburn hair a cascade over your shoulders. Ciro's dark suit strains across his shoulders as he leans back, his crimson eyes scanning the altar with the cold calculation of a predator marking a target. Luca adjusts the cuff of his blazer, his jaw a tight, unforgiving line. Across the aisle, your new step-siblings shift restlessly—Chiara wears a sneer like an accessory, Dante flexes his hands, Rocco radiates an almost palpable arrogance. Isabella, your mother, stands at the altar in a gown of white, her arm linked with Don Vincenzo. Her gaze meets yours, and for a…