Chapter 3. First Deception
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“Don’t you f*****g say a word, Gino.”
Cristiano’s menacing threat rang through the air.
Siena’s eyes widened as she turned to him—his body visibly trembling with rage, fists clenched tightly at his sides, and his eyes... a murderous red, glowing with fury. If looks could kill, Gino would’ve dropped dead on the spot.
Siena had never seen someone so terrifyingly angry. Her father and brother used to shout, but this man—her husband—was different. His voice was cold, calculated, and his expression carried a lethal edge. It wasn’t loud. It was dangerous. The scariest thing she had ever witnessed.
Her blood ran cold at the thought that she now had to spend her life with this man.
“I dare you to stop me,” Gino challenged with a filthy smirk before turning back to Siena. “You might not know this yet, but you were nothing more than a pawn—just a way for him to secure the inheritance. But if you had married me—”
He couldn’t finish his sentence. Cristiano shoved him hard, pinning him against the nearest wall. A split second later, a gun was pressed to Gino’s forehead.
Siena gasped. She had never seen a gun in her life.
“Vittorio! Look what your asshole son is doing to our son!” Lilliana screamed in horror.
Everyone froze. Faces turned pale. Eyes wide with shock. The entire room was gripped by fear.
Oh God, what was happening here? She had never imagined something like this could happen at her wedding.
Why did her husband carry a gun? On his wedding day, of all days? Had he always kept one on him?
If she had been terrified of him before, she was now scared to death.
Who was he, really?
Her mind was spinning, reeling with questions, when another loud voice rang out—snapping her back to reality.
“Stop it. Both of you,” Vittorio barked, striding forward and yanking Cristiano away from Gino.
Cristiano took a few deep breaths, like he was trying hard to stay calm. His chest rose and fell heavily, and his face was tight with anger, eyes blazing. Holding the gun in one hand, he turned to his new wife, seized her hand with the other, and pulled her along. Siena stumbled as she struggled to keep up with his long, angry steps.
Still shaken and confused, Siena glanced back at her family, silently begging for help—or at least answers. But they just stood there, frozen, their faces unreadable. She didn’t understand why. Why did they look at her like she was suddenly a stranger?
No one came forward to hug her, to congratulate her, or even whisper a simple “Come visit us soon.”
Nothing to soothe her nerves.
An uncomfortable tightness gripped her chest. She wanted to call out to her mother, to say she was scared. But Cristiano didn’t give her the chance. He had already dragged her out of the hall and toward a sleek midnight black Bentley waiting outside.
*
"Dad, I feel like we betrayed Siena," Raffaele said quietly as he pulled his father aside, away from the chaos. The guests had been urged to move to the food section since the newlyweds had already left, and the rest of the rituals were just a formality now—something to please the elite guests and close family.
"We didn’t have any other choice," Amadeo replied with a tired sigh, remembering how he’d faked a heart attack just to terrify Siena into agreeing to marry the Vitelli heir.
"We should’ve told her the truth," Raffaele argued.
"We couldn’t," Amadeo snapped, his eyes narrowing at his son. "We can’t go against the boss’s orders—don’t forget that."
"But how can we just leave her alone… among monsters?" Raffaele’s voice cracked as he spoke, guilt heavy in every word. His conscience hadn’t forgiven him—not for this. "Was all the love and care we gave her a lie?" He knew it wasn’t. At least, not from his side. Every moment had been real.
"Raffaele," Amadeo said quietly, his voice rough, "we gave her all the love she deserved. But what happens now… that’s her fate. We can’t control it. And we knew this day would come the moment she came into our lives. We always knew we’d have to let her go someday."
The words hurt more than he expected. Amadeo wasn't a heartless man—he loved his family deeply. And no matter how much he tried to sound firm, each word shattered something inside him. He had raised Siena for twenty years… and now, he was handing her over to the most ruthless man in the world.
Raffaele exhaled sharply, clearly upset. As much as he hated to admit it, he knew his father was right. His chest tightened as he thought about his baby sister’s future—with that cunning devil, Cristiano Vitelli.
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