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.”

lights and I watch the people walk by, doing their thing, clueless of the bloodshed

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

from him too. An eye

killed Camilla Moretti and I don’t

capacity to contain anything. I wonder what he thought of the color white. Did he think

man across from me, I would have been smiling, similar to the way I am now. The white dress hugging my body

Only then, my smile would’ve been comfortable, wrapped in genuine 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

with the whisper of revenge. 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 is no fairy-tale.

this entire scene once had 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 the bad

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

greatness in this entire Church is my hate for this one man, my future

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 case of point. He is squashing my hand, his cynical eyes are stabbing me to death, over and over again. Marco Catelli is showing me he will soon have power over me.

isn’t a Union of Love; this is the Union of Death. Marco isn’t marrying me for the life he claims to breed with me in the foreseeable future. He is marrying me to avenge the one he has already 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.

told me Marco was obsessed with the idea of me. 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 dangerous enemy.

and whatever led her to her untimely death was her own doing. She wanted to play a game with the wrong players

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