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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 next morning, I wake up with a heavy heart, the events of the previous night still lingering like a dark cloud over my thoughts.
The tension from yesterday hasn't dissolved, and instead of dissipating with sleep, it has settled into my bones, making my limbs feel weighted, my mind foggy.
I lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, trying to muster the energy to get out of bed.
My emotions are tangled, a mix of frustration, anger, and something I don't want to admit—hurt. I hate that I feel this way, that I let last night affect me so much.
But the truth is, I can't shake the image of Eleanor and Lucien together, can't silence the echo of their laughter or the way she looked at me, so smug and victorious.
I should be used to this by now, used to the constant push and pull, the mind games, the subtle jabs.
I've dealt with far worse—deceit, betrayal, bloodshed. And yet, this... this feels different. It's personal in a way that nothing else has been before.
Lucien isn't just anyone; he's someone I love, someone I thought understood.
Seeing him with her, watching the way he looked at her—it felt like a betrayal I hadn't seen coming.
A part of me knows I should let it go, that I should focus on the bigger picture.
There's too much at stake, too many lives depending on the decisions I make.
But another part of me, the part that's still reeling from last night, can't seem to move on. It's like a splinter in my mind, small but irritating, impossible to ignore.
I sit up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed, and bury my face in my hands.
I need to be stronger than this. I've been through worse.
I've stared death in the face and come out the other side. I've sacrificed too much to let something like this derail me.
But even as I tell myself this, the hurt lingers, a dull ache in my chest. It's not just about Lucien and Eleanor—it's about everything I've lost, everything I've given up to be where I am.
I've made sacrifices, I've chosen this path, but in moments like these, I wonder if it's all worth it.
I take a deep breath, forcing myself to push the thoughts aside.
There's no time for self-pity. I have a job to do, and I can't afford to let my emotions get in the way.
But as I get up and start my day, the weight of it all remains, a constant reminder of the price I've paid, and the battles I still have to fight.
