Sinscared Series #1
A forbidden love.
A betrayal lurking in the shadows.
And a world built on blood, deception, and vengeance.
In the ruthless world of the Italian mafia, loyalty is power, betrayal is death, and love... is a dangerous game.
Serafi...
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The air in the room felt heavy with the weight of impending confession as Eleanor stood before me, her eyes searching mine for answers she feared to find.
I was back at my family mansion, along with Raphael and Uncle Dylan. I asked Eleanor to come here.
She was coming here because it was ending.
It was all ending.
We were ending.
And I don't know what I'll do after she's gone.
I have even forgotten how to breathe without her, let alone live a life without her.
She was my everything.
Every fucking thing.
But more than myself, I am more concerned about her.
How can I tell her that I chose Serafina over us because I had to and it was inevitable.
We have dated for 2 years now.
We met on a rainy evening in Paris. I, fresh from a successful deal, decided to unwind at a hidden jazz club.
As the pianist began to play, my eyes landed on a woman reading alone at a corner table. Intrigued, I approached and asked to join her.
She introduced herself as Eleanor Walton from London.
She was a post-graduation student at Sorbonne University at that time.
Over the following months, our bond deepened. Eleanor became my anchor, offering a fresh perspective on life, while I became her protector.
Our relationship blossomed, each finding strength and solace in the other, forging a deep connection amidst our respective worlds.
But now everything has come to an end.
I knew what I had to do, what I needed to tell her, but the words stuck in my throat like bitter pills.
"Eleanor," I began, my voice barely above a whisper, "there's something I need to tell you."
Her gaze never wavered as she nodded, her eyes betraying a hint of apprehension.
"What is it, Lucien? How did the meeting go?" she asked, her voice soft and tentative.
I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the pain I was about to inflict. "I'm getting married," I confessed, the words leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.
Eleanor's reaction was immediate—a sharp intake of breath, followed by a stunned silence that seemed to stretch on for eternity.
"Married?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "But...to whom?"
I couldn't bring myself to meet her gaze as I spoke the name that felt like a betrayal on my lips.
"To Serafina," I admitted, the weight of my confession hanging heavily in the air between us.
