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 aftermath of our raid on the Russian warehouse left me in a strange state of duality.
One moment, I was engulfed in the violence and strategy of the Mafia world, and the next, I was thrust into the role of Lucien's wife, preparing for an annual event where appearances were everything.
The Annual Grand Conclave, a glittering event that brought together Mafia leaders from around the world, friends and foes alike.
The irony of attending a ball just days after blowing up a major Russian operation was not lost on me.
The next afternoon, Lucien and I found ourselves in the elegant showroom of one of the most exclusive designers in Paris.
We flew to Paris early morning to pick out our outfits for the ball.
It was his idea to get our clothes from Paris since we needed to make a statement at the ball as newly weds.
The room was filled with luxurious fabrics and stunning gowns, each more breathtaking than the last.
It was overwhelming, and I found myself wishing I could be anywhere else.
But this was my life now, balancing the brutality of our world with the façade of sophistication and grace.
I had to play the part, not just for my sake, but for the sake of our families I represented and the alliance we were trying to build.
Lucien stood beside me, his presence both reassuring and commanding.
He was here to help me choose a dress for the ball, a task that seemed trivial in comparison to our recent exploits, but was crucial for the image we needed to project.
"This one would look stunning on you," he said, holding up a deep emerald gown adorned with intricate beadwork.
I tilted my head, considering it. "It's beautiful, but I don't know if it's bold enough. I need to make an impression, remember?"
Lucien smirked, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "You'll make an impression no matter what you wear, Serafina. But you're right, we need something that stands out."
The designer, a petite woman with a sharp eye for detail, approached us with a smile. "May I suggest something more daring?" she asked, leading us to a different section of the showroom.
"This is our latest collection, perfect for someone who wants to make a statement."
She pulled out a dress that took my breath away.
It was a deep crimson gown with a plunging neckline and a slit that ran high up the thigh.
The fabric shimmered under the lights, and I could already imagine the way it would move as I walked.
