Marriage
The wedding dress felt heavier than chains.
Rosie stood in front of the ornate mirror in the cold dressing room of the Verenzo estate.
The white lace hugged her trembling body, the diamond choker around her neck gleamed like a prison collar.
She looked like a fairytale bride.
But this wasn’t a fairytale. This was her sentence.
Outside the thick wooden doors, violins played. Guests laughed. Champagne glasses clinked. The air reeked of luxury and lies.
And at the altar, he waited.
Dante Verenzo.
The Mafia Prince.
A man feared across continents.
And soon… her husband.
She hadn’t said “yes.”
She hadn’t even been asked.
He had announced their marriage like a business deal.
And now, she had twenty minutes before her life ended—or changed forever.
Her fingers trembled as she picked up the veil.
Her reflection stared back—haunted, terrified, beautiful and broken.
She whispered to herself, “If I don’t run now, I’ll never be free again.”
But running from Dante Verenzo came with only two options:
Disappear forever…
or die trying.
