Mario POV
“Son of a f*****g b***h!”
My voice tore through the cathedral, echoing off stone that had tasted blood and vows for centuries. Candles rattled in their holders. The altar cracked under my fist.
Gone.
She was gone.
Weeks of planning. Months of conditioning. An entire future carved into obedience—ripped out from under me by that mutt who never knew his place.
I tore through the sanctuary like a storm, shattering pews, ripping silk banners from the walls, crushing chalices beneath my heel. Marble screamed when I struck it. Nothing soothed the rage boiling in my veins.
“She was here,” I snarled. “This was my day.”
The butler approached carefully, his hands folded, his spine bent in that pathetic way humans used when they knew they were expendable.
“Your Majesty,” he said, vo
