Betrothed to the Mafia's PrinceUpdated at Jan 26, 2024, 09:23
With a quivering voice, I finally voiced the question that had haunted me: "Could you ever come to love me?" Dominic, turned away, cut sharply, "I love no one, and I won't falsely raise your hopes." His words stabbed deep into my soul.Dominic had always been unwavering in his speech, never wavering. "Then why agree to marry me?" I whispered, fighting back tears.Slowly facing me, I kept my eyes on the floor, struggling not to cry. "I had orders to fulfill, and that meant marrying you," he explained.The dam burst, tears streaming down my face uncontrollably. Sinking to the ground, I held my chest, crushed by the weight of it all.From the moment I glimpsed Dominic Mantello at fifteen, I yearned to be a part of his life. Despite his distant demeanor, my love for him endured. Our engagement was arranged by my father, a loyal servant to the Mantellos.The Mantellos, the most affluent and influential mafia dynasty, commanded unwavering respect and fear across the country. Even though Dominic doesn't love me yet, I'm determined to make him love me deeply, so deeply that he won't breathe without me.