Chapter 8. The Grand Wedding
508 Words
The entire city of Milan buzzed with excitement.
Every news channel, magazine, and social media page talked about only one thing—
The wedding of Adrian De Luca and Sofia Romano.
Luxury flower decorations filled the grand cathedral while expensive black cars lined up outside. Reporters crowded everywhere, desperate to capture Italy’s most powerful billionaire and notorious mafia king on his wedding day.
Inside the Romano mansion, Sofia admired herself proudly in the mirror while makeup artists surrounded her.
“I look perfect,” she smiled smugly.
Bianca nodded proudly.
“Of course. After today, you’ll officially become Mrs. De Luca.”
Meanwhile…
Elena stood quietly at the corner holding Sofia’s wedding veil.
Her plain cream-colored dress made her look more like a servant than family.
“Don’t just stand there uselessly,” Sofia snapped. “Fix my heels.”
Elena slowly bent down and adjusted them silently.
“You should be grateful,” Bianca added coldly. “At least we allowed you attend the wedding.”
Elena said nothing.
Her chest already hurt enough.
Hours later, the wedding ceremony finally began.
Guests filled the massive cathedral beautifully while soft piano music echoed through the hall.
Elena quietly stood behind the crowd where nobody noticed her.
Then the doors opened.
Adrian entered first.
Dressed in an expensive black suit, he looked cold, powerful, and dangerously handsome. Women secretly stared at him in admiration while men feared his mere presence.
Yet Adrian’s expression remained emotionless.
Like this wedding meant nothing to him.
Soon Sofia walked down the aisle dramatically with a bright smile on her face.
Everyone clapped.
Everyone except Elena.
As Sofia reached Adrian, she immediately wrapped her hand around his arm lovingly for the cameras.
“You look beautiful,” Sofia whispered sweetly.
Adrian simply nodded without emotion.
The priest began the ceremony.
“We are gathered here today to unite Adrian De Luca and Sofia Romano in holy matrimony—”
Elena lowered her eyes painfully.
Every word felt like a knife twisting deeper into her heart.
This should have been her dream once.
Not Sofia’s.
Suddenly, Adrian’s gaze drifted across the crowd carelessly—
Then stopped.
On Elena.
For a moment, the entire cathedral seemed to disappear around him.
His sharp eyes remained fixed on her face strangely.
And then—
A sudden painful headache struck him violently.
Adrian grabbed his head slightly.
Rain.
Music.
A girl singing softly.
“Adrian…”
His breathing became uneven.
“Sir?” Matteo whispered worriedly from nearby.
The blurry image disappeared immediately.
Adrian slowly looked away from Elena again, his face turning colder than before.
The ceremony continued.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife.”
Applause erupted loudly across the cathedral.
Sofia smiled happily before kissing Adrian for the cameras.
Flashlights exploded everywhere.
But Adrian’s eyes remained emotionless.
Meanwhile, tears quietly filled Elena’s eyes as she turned away before anyone could notice.
She had just watched the man she never stopped loving marry someone else.
And Adrian never even remembered the melody they once shared together.
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