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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 room was dimly lit, the only sound of the gentle hum of the air conditioner.
Eleanor lay beside me, her breathing slow and even as she slept.
I watched her for a moment, the rise and fall of her chest a soothing rhythm. We had just made love.
The connection between us was still there, but the context was entirely different.
My mind wandered to Serafina, alone in the guest room. What must she be feeling right now?
Guilt gnawed at me, a constant, unrelenting presence. I had promised her respect and care, yet here I, betrayed that promise on the very first night of our marriage.
Today in the car, I was about to ask here that how did she knew about Eleanor?
She read the question from my eyes and told me that she'll tell me tomorrow and we should focus on today's activities.
Nobody knew about Eleanor, not even Sylvain and Raphael.
How can she know about her?
But then again, she was Lady Moretti, and nothing was impossible for her.
Eleanor stirred, rolling over to drape an arm across my chest.
"You're thinking too much," she murmured, her eyes still closed.
"Can't help it," I replied softly, running a hand through her hair. "There's a lot to think about."
She opened her eyes and looked at me, a small smile playing on her lips. "We'll figure it out, Lucien. Together."
I nodded, but the knot in my stomach didn't loosen. I pressed a kiss to her forehead and carefully slipped out of bed, pulling on a pair of sweatpants.
I needed some space to clear my head.
The house was quiet as I made my way to the kitchen, the familiar surroundings offering little comfort.
I poured myself a glass of water and leaned against the counter, staring into the darkness.
How had everything become so complicated? My life had been a series of calculated moves, each decision made with precision and purpose.
Precision
But this... this was chaos.
I thought back to the wedding, to Serafina's brave face as she slid the ring onto my finger.
She deserved better than this, better than me.
Yet, she had chosen to bring Eleanor into our lives, a gesture that spoke volumes about her character.
She was selfless, putting my happiness above her own.
The thought made me feel sick. I had failed her in so many ways, and now I was compounding that failure.
