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.”

in the City lights and I watch the people walk by, doing their thing, clueless of the bloodshed that will soon be spilled.

Marco Catelli was once the man I loved, but he

fair I take from

I don’t regret a thing.

thought of the color white. Did he think it was a sign of purity? Or did he too look upon whiteness as a

have been smiling, similar to the way I am now. The white dress hugging my body

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 myself to this one man

with love, and not in the threat that now lurks outside this Church walls, waiting with finite patience that would

folklore tale where the

The devil was once an angel. Marco Catelli has never

my hate for

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

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. His last step into the darkness. And my inevitable early grave is

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

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.

I am as evil and cunning as Marco’s

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