Union Of Death (Secrets of The Famiglia Part 2)

A message pings on my phone and I slip it out as I poke my finger on the elevator button.

Marco: In one month from now you will marry me, Aliyana. I suggest you use that time to get used to the idea.

I want to walk back there and punch his face. But I don’t. My father’s words ring in my ears. I know the extent of his crimes, and I know I am overpowered. In one months time I would marry Marco Catelli.

Xander and Salvatore come to fetch me, my father must have told him where I am.

I jump into the Bentley, my heart racing at how my life has turned. I am cursed because I committed a sin the day my lips touched Marco Catelli, and I dug it deeper when I walked into that library and gave him my body, only to leave when I did. A man I once loved.

We both did.

“We need to meet with Aleksie tonight,” Salvatore says from the front.

“Is that pair of clothes still in the boot?”

“Yes Miss Capello.”

the people walk by, doing their thing, clueless of the

Catelli was once the man I loved, but he took from me, time and

it is only fair I take from

I

like a broken vessel, which is deprived of the capacity to contain anything. I wonder what he thought of the color white. Did he think it was a sign of purity? Or did he too look upon whiteness

if I stood on this very podium, with this man across from me, I would have been smiling, similar to the way I am now. The white dress hugging my body

life, he was my world and I would have laid myself on the floor where he walked with his blood-stained soles. And I would have done it naked, ready to bare myself to this one man with

My heart would have beat with love, and not in the threat that now lurks outside this Church walls, waiting with finite patience that would sooner be over. This marriage

the potential to be the perfect imagery of a great folklore tale where the devil married his angel. But I am not the angel, I’m

Since I am going for honesty, I should also point out that this man is not the devil. The devil was once an angel. Marco Catelli has never known a day of what it feels like to be pure. He only knows evil, hurt,

greatness in this entire Church is my hate for this one

in disgust and jealousy. I am marrying a Catelli. The few PEOPLE happy about this union are old and might think Marco’s hand over mine means he loves me. But I assure you, love is not the

his own. He is slipping this ring on my finger because I am the one with the tools he now needs in his arsenal to start a war. I am the last choice. His last step into the darkness. And my inevitable early

But I know that is not true, Marco Catelli’s only obsession is feeding his addiction to power. It has blinded him to the extent that he can’t see, that I, Aliyana Capello his future bride, is his most

I am going to just allow him to use me, I will relish in his misery when he realizes I am not the mouse he was so in love with. Camilla Moretti was foolish and whatever led her to her untimely death was her own doing. She wanted to play a game with the wrong players and like Ren; they took her out like a pawn: - worthless and dispensable.

I am as evil