lelight, the scent of fresh roses, the man she loved

ever imag

usband without a soul. A vow

e hall empty except for a priest, two witnes

at ease, as if this wasn't a forced wedding but a mere business transaction. His gaze met hers,

o run. But whe

aling the deal. And her brother-her sweet,

d no c

roat as she stopped besid

e simply held out his

er shaking fingers in his. His grip tightened

was quick.

ake Alina Moretti to be y

oice was stea

take Dante Valenti to be y

sandpaper. The word

she wh

hin, forcing her to loo

her fear and r

smirk curle

d gi

sband and wife, Dante didn't waste a sec

ot a

cl

fingers dug into her hips, pressing her body against h

weakness. But she knew-everyone in this room

s brushed against her ear, his voice

o hell, Mr