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.”

walk by, doing their thing, clueless of

sold me to my enemy. Soon I will have to marry him. Marco Catelli was once the man I loved, but he took from me,

fair I take from him

and I don’t regret a

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

this man across from me, I would have been smiling, similar to the way I am now. The white dress hugging my body then a promise of honesty and trust as I smiled with a warmth knotting my

joy, because then I loved him. At that stage in my 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

not in the threat that now lurks outside this Church walls, waiting with finite patience that would sooner be over. This marriage is

perfect imagery of a great folklore

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.

the only greatness in this entire Church is my hate for this one man, my future husband.

glaring at me 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

claimed as 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 grave is the

feeding his addiction to power. It has blinded him to the

love with. Camilla Moretti was foolish and whatever led her to her untimely death was her own doing. She

status. I am as evil and cunning as Marco’s biggest adversary, Lucca Sanati.

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