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Sinscared Series #1
A forbidden love.
A betrayal lurking in the shadows.
And a world built on blood, deception, and vengeance.
Serafina Moretti, the fierce underboss of the Italian mafia, has never let love...
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The days following the official announcement of my engagement to Serafina were a whirlwind of activity. The weight of the impending marriage bore down on me, a constant reminder of the sacrifices demanded by our world.
Despite the façade I maintained for the sake of our families, my thoughts often drifted to Eleanor and the life we could have had. Memories of our secret rendezvous, the whispered promises, and the stolen kisses haunted my every step.
I stood in the grand hall of my family's estate, watching as workers and decorators scurried about, transforming the space into a venue worthy of the union of two powerful Mafia families. The grandeur of it all felt hollow, a stark contrast to the simplicity and authenticity of my moments with Eleanor.
My mother was in her element, overseeing every detail with a critical eye. She had always been the epitome of grace and control, her sharp mind and iron will steering our family through the treacherous waters of the underworld. Her strength was admirable, yet it often felt suffocating.
"Lucien, come here," she called, waving me over to where she stood by the main staircase. I walked over, trying to mask my reluctance. "We need to discuss the seating arrangements for the guests. We have to ensure that no rival factions are placed too close to each other."
"Yes, Mother," I replied, glancing at the seating chart she held. The names were a mix of allies, neutral parties, and potential threats.
Each placement was a calculated move in the ongoing game of power and alliances.
It reminded me of how Eleanor and I would play chess, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she outmaneuvered me on the board.
As we went over the chart, my mind wandered to Serafina. She was probably going through her own set of preparations, no doubt under the watchful eye of her mother.
I had known Serafina my entire life, watched her grow from a spirited girl into a determined young woman.
Yet, the prospect of marrying her still felt surreal, a decision made out of necessity rather than affection.
I remembered our childhood games, the innocent laughter that seemed so distant now.
"Are you listening, Lucien?" My mother's voice snapped me back to the present.
"Sorry, Mother. I was just thinking about Serafina," I said, trying to sound sincere.
Her expression softened slightly. "It's natural to feel apprehensive, but this marriage is for the greater good. It will solidify our position and ensure our safety."
I nodded, knowing she was right. "Of course, Mother. I understand."
"Plus, I had always envisioned Serafina as my daughter-in-law. Ahh, J'ai hâte de la montrer à mes proches," she added, her face glowing as she talked about her.
