The wedding was a spectacle, a lavish affair held in a secluded villa overlooking the Mediterranean Sea. Martina, breathtaking in a custom-designed gown, radiated an aura of quiet power. Silas, looking surprisingly at ease in his impeccably tailored suit, stood beside her, a flicker of apprehension in his eyes. The ceremony was short, the vows exchanged with a solemnity that belied the underlying tension.
The reception, however, was a different story. The guests, a mix of high-society elites and members of La Familia, mingled under the warm Tuscan sun, their conversations a blend of polite pleasantries and veiled threats. Martina, charming and gracious, moved through the crowd, her every gesture calculated, her every word carefully chosen. Silas, however, remained somewhat aloof, ob
