Married To The Capo And His Twin

The Romano mansion was glowing beneath the night sky, its grand white exterior illuminated by rows of golden lights that stretched from the towering iron gates to the sprawling entrance. Tall columns framed the front of the mansion, while enormous glass windows revealed the elegant ballroom inside. Luxury cars filled the circular driveway, and armed guards stood discreetly around the property, reminding everyone that beneath the celebration was the home of one of the city's most feared Mafia families. Inside, the ballroom was even more breathtaking. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, casting warm light over the marble floors. Tables covered in white linen filled the room, decorated with fresh flowers, golden ornaments, and flickering candles. Soft music played in the background as wealthy guests mingled, laughed, and raised their glasses in celebration. Tonight was Alessia Romano's twentieth birthday, but it was also the night her engagement would officially be celebrated. Alessia stood beside her father, Elias Romano, smiling as he proudly introduced her to the guests who had taken the time to attend. She greeted each person politely, accepting their birthday wishes while Elias watched her with obvious pride. Soon, it was time to cut the enormous birthday cake. “Come over here, sweetie,” Elias called, stretching his hand toward her. Alessia took his hand and followed him toward the small raised platform at the center of the ballroom. Together, they faced the guests as everyone gathered around them. The room was soon filled with voices singing the birthday song. When the song ended, the guests began counting down. “Three!” “Two!” “One!” Alessia placed her hand on the knife while Elias wrapped his hand around hers and guided her through the first cut. Cheers erupted throughout the ballroom. Alessia smiled brightly and bowed politely, only for a strand of her hair to fall across her face. She quickly tucked it behind her ear. Elias picked up a spoon, scooped a small piece of cake, and held it toward her. “Open up.” Alessia laughed before accepting the bite. The crowd cheered again at the sight of the father and daughter, making Alessia blush. She turned toward the guests with a shy smile, but then her eyes landed on Stella and Roberto. Her smile slowly faded. Her sister and her fiancé were standing a short distance away, apparently arguing about something. Alessia frowned. Before she could wonder what was happening, several girls around her age rushed over and surrounded her with gifts. “Happy birthday!” “Thank you so much!” Alessia smiled again as she accepted their presents, but the sight of Stella arguing with Roberto remained at the back of her mind. A little while later, Alessia finally found herself alone. She glanced across the ballroom. Stella and Roberto were still talking. Curious, Alessia walked toward them, but just as she was about to reach them, Stella turned and walked away. “What happened, Ste...” Alessia reached for her sister's hand. Stella yanked her hand away without even looking at her. Alessia stared after her before turning toward Roberto. “What happened between you two?” “Nothing,” Roberto replied coldly. For a brief moment, a hint of guilt crossed his face. Then he quickly smiled. Alessia could have sworn she had seen something in his eyes. Something was wrong with him tonight. “Happy birthday, Alessia. Que Dios te bendiga y te conceda muchos años de felicidad.” “Thank you.” She couldn't help staring at him. Roberto was undeniably handsome. His dark hair was neatly styled, his warm brown eyes were striking beneath his thick eyebrows, and his sharp jawline gave his face a naturally masculine appearance. His tall, athletic frame was perfectly dressed in a tailored black suit, while his confident smile made it difficult for anyone to look away. She had been betrothed to Roberto since they were children because her father believed he was the right man for her. At first, Alessia hadn't been pleased with the arrangement. But as she grew older and spent more time with Roberto, she began to understand why her father had chosen him. Roberto was smart, gentle, and knew how to treat women. He was always smiling and seemed capable of solving problems before they became serious. Unlike many of the men Alessia had encountered, he had always seemed different. And on top of everything else, he was incredibly handsome. “Why do you keep staring at me?” Roberto asked. His voice pulled Alessia out of her thoughts. She laughed softly and shrugged. “Because I feel like the luckiest lady on earth,” she said, blushing. “I have a lovely family, the most handsome fiancé in the world, and...” She raised her head. Roberto quickly smiled. “Am I not lucky?” “Of course you are, Alessia,” he replied with a laugh. He lifted the glass in his hand and offered it to her. “Here you go, my sweet angel.” Alessia chuckled as she accepted the glass. “Thank you.” She took a sip. The drink tasted surprisingly good. As good as her life felt at that moment. Roberto watched the glass carefully as she drank, his expression unreadable. “You know, ever since Stella received the news that she was going to marry that old and mysterious man who supposedly kills his wives, she has been down,” he said, his voice carrying a mixture of pity and anger. Alessia barely heard him. Something strange was happening. She shook her head. Then again. Her vision suddenly became blurry. Why was she feeling so drowsy? She hadn't drunk enough to feel this way. The music around her seemed to grow quieter. The voices of the guests faded until everything sounded distant. Roberto watched her struggle to remain standing. A faint smirk appeared on his face. “What's wrong, Alessia?” he asked, pretending to be concerned as he caught her hand. “Alessia?” “I... I feel... drowsy.” Her brows furrowed. She looked down at the glass in her hand. Had something been put inside it? “What did you... you...” Her words became slurred. Her eyes slowly closed. Roberto caught her before she could collapse onto the floor. A few hours later, Alessia woke up in an unfamiliar room. Her head throbbed painfully, and the entire room seemed to spin around her. She groaned and slowly pushed herself upright. Something felt terribly wrong. She looked down and froze. She was covered only by the bedsheet. Fear immediately rushed through her. She pulled the sheet tightly around herself and looked around the unfamiliar room. Then she noticed someone else. A man was lying nearby. Her heart began pounding. She couldn't remember how she had gotten there. The last thing she remembered was drinking the wine Roberto had given her. What had happened afterward? Alessia tried to stand, but dizziness overwhelmed her again. She gripped the edge of the bed, desperately trying to steady herself. Before she could make sense of anything, the bedroom door opened. Stella walked inside. A smirk spread across her face. “Look at you. You don't deserve Roberto. He loves me, not you.” Alessia stared at her in confusion. Her mind struggled to process the words. She had taken a drink from Roberto. She had somehow ended up in this unfamiliar room. And now her younger sister was standing before her, claiming that Roberto loved her. “What... what are you talking about?” Stella didn't answer. Instead, she suddenly screamed. “Help! Somebody help me!” Alessia's eyes widened. Within seconds, footsteps thundered toward the room.