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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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As I stood in front of the full-length mirror in our suite, I meticulously applied the final touches to my makeup.
The deep emerald green gown I wore shimmered with every movement, its intricate beadwork catching the light and adding a touch of magic to my appearance.
I took a deep breath, steadying myself for the evening ahead.
Lucien walked into the room, adjusting the cuffs of his tuxedo with an effortless grace that made my heart skip a beat.
His presence was commanding, filling the space with an aura of power that was impossible to ignore.
The way his blonde hair was neatly styled only accentuated the chiseled features of his face, making him look both polished and devastatingly handsome.
His eyes, sharp and intense, swept over me, and for a moment, I felt pinned under the weight of his gaze.
When a rare smile tugged at his lips, it was like a crack in his usual armor, revealing a side of him that sent a shiver down my spine.
He was the embodiment of everything I found irresistibly alluring—strong, confident, and devastatingly attractive.
"You look stunning, Serafina," he said, his voice soft.
"Thank you," I replied, feeling a warmth spread through me at his compliment. "You clean up pretty well yourself."
He chuckled, a sound that was both comforting and rare. "Ready to charm the world's most dangerous people?"
I nodded, the weight of our roles settling on my shoulders. "Let's do this."
We left our suite and made our way to the grand ballroom.
The venue was opulent, with crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and elegant decorations adorning every corner.
As we entered, all eyes turned towards us. It was showtime.
The ballroom was a whirl of activity, filled with men and women in luxurious attire, their conversations a low murmur of power and intrigue.
Lucien and I walked through the crowd, our hands entwined, projecting the image of a deeply in-love, newlywed couple.
First, we approached Dante Moretti, my distant uncle from Italy. His silver hair and piercing blue eyes gave him an air of authority. He greeted us warmly.
"Ah, Lucien! Serafina! Congratulations on your marriage," he said, his Italian accent thick. "You two make a formidable pair."
"Thank you, Don Dante," Lucien replied smoothly. "It's an honor to see you here."
"And you, my dear," uncle Dante said, turning to me. "How are you finding married life?"
I smiled sweetly. "It's an adventure, zio. Every day is a new challenge."
