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 wedding festivities finally came to an end, leaving a whirlwind of emotions in their wake.
The grand celebration of our union now behind us, Lucien and I, headed to his house-now our home.
Lucien's penthouse exudes opulence and modern sophistication, perched atop a skyscraper with breathtaking views of the city skyline.
The exterior is sleek and minimalist, with floor-to-ceiling windows that offer panoramic vistas and flood the interior with natural light.
The building itself is an architectural marvel, boasting a combination of glass and steel that gleams in the moonlight.
As we stepped through the threshold, an awkward silence descended upon us, thick and suffocating.
Inside, the penthouse is a sanctuary of luxury.
The open-concept living space features high ceilings and expansive rooms, seamlessly blending contemporary design with classic elegance.
The floors are polished hardwood, and the walls are adorned with carefully curated art pieces.
The living room is a masterpiece of comfort and style, with plush sofas, a grand piano with a guitar resting near it, and a modern fireplace that adds a touch of warmth and coziness.
The kitchen is a chef's paradise, equipped with state-of-the-art appliances, a sleek marble island, and custom cabinetry.
Adjacent to it is a formal dining area with a table that can host lavish dinner parties, surrounded by large windows, offering stunning night-time views of the city lights.
But all these lavish interiors fill my heart with melancholia.
This piano would never ever compose the notes of our love.
This guitar would never be played when we were silly, goffy, and happy in love.
This fireplace will never be lit with our burning passion, and this push sofa will never be our sanctuary when we are full of each other, content, satisfied, and in love.
This place will never be what I want it to be and it fucking hurts.
This place which was supposed to be be my home but with the current circumstances, it's nowhere there.
The housekeepers had retreated to their quarters, leaving us completely alone for the first time since our vows.
The weight of the situation pressed down on me.
This was not just a house anymore; it was my new home, my new reality.
As we walked through the elegantly decorated halls, the silence between us grew louder.
