An arranged marriage between Victoria Romano and Domenico Martinez is being held. Both of them got forced by there fathers because of money and alliance.
A lonely broken soul, Victoria Romano who despises Domenico Martinez with her entire heart.
A b...
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The black Mercedes glided through the narrow streets of Moscow, its engine purring like a contented beast. The snow outside painted the city in a deceptively serene light, masking the dangers lurking in the shadows.
I glanced at Victoria, sitting beside me, her expression as frosty as the weather outside. We were on our way to meet the Ivanovs, one of the most powerful families in the Russian mafia.
A critical meeting. A delicate dance. And I was forced to perform it with a partner I couldn't stand.
Victoria's raven hair was pulled back into a severe bun, accentuating the sharp angles of her face.
She was dressed impeccably in a tailored coat that hugged her figure, exuding an air of cold elegance. I could feel her disdain radiating from her, matching my own.
"You remember the plan?" I asked, breaking the icy silence.
Her dark eyes flicked to mine, cold and calculating. "Of course. Smile, nod, and don't let them know we hate each other. Should be easy enough."
I clenched my jaw, forcing down a retort. "This isn't a game, Victoria. The Ivanovs are dangerous. One wrong move and this whole alliance could fall apart."
She arched an eyebrow, her lips curving into a mocking smile. "And here I thought you enjoyed living on the edge. Don't worry I was born into these things"
Before I could respond, the car rolled to a stop in front of a grand, imposing mansion. Guards flanked the entrance, their expressions stone-cold.
I stepped out first, extending a hand to help Victoria. She took it reluctantly, her grip as firm as her resolve.
We ascended the marble steps together, a united front for the sake of appearances. Inside, the warmth of the mansion did little to thaw the tension between us.
The Ivanovs awaited in the grand hall, their patriarch, Sergei Ivanov, sitting at the head of a long table, his piercing eyes assessing us as we approached.
"Domenico, Victoria," he greeted, his voice a deep rumble. "Welcome."
"Mr. Ivanov," I replied, inclining my head. "Thank you for having us."
Victoria echoed my sentiment, her voice smooth and polite, betraying none of the animosity simmering beneath the surface.
We took our seats, the table laden with an extravagant spread of Russian delicacies. Small talk ensued, each word a calculated move in this high-stakes game.
As the meal progressed, he leaned forward, his gaze sharp. "So, tell me about your marriage. How are you finding life together?"
Victoria's hand tensed on her wine glass, but she quickly masked it with a smile. "We're adjusting. It's a significant change, but we're making it work."
"Indeed," I added, my tone measured. "It's a union of two powerful families, after all. We're committed to its success."
His eyes flickered with interest. "Good. A strong alliance is essential in our line of work. Trust and loyalty above all."
I nodded, feeling the weight of his words. Trust and loyalty. Two things Victoria and I were sorely lacking.
I glanced at her, noting the rigid set of her shoulders, the way she avoided looking directly at me.
The conversation shifted to business, the real reason for our visit. Deals were discussed, agreements made.
Victoria surprised me with her acumen, her knowledge of the Russian mafia's operations. For a brief moment, I saw a glimmer of the partner I had hoped for in this alliance.
But it was fleeting, quickly overshadowed by the reality of our situation.
But then again why am I surprised I mean she was born into the mafia just like me. It's common for her to know these things.
As the meeting drew to a close, he stood, signaling the end of our discussion. "It's been a pleasure, Domenico, Victoria. I look forward to a prosperous partnership."
"Likewise," I replied, standing and extending my hand.
He shook it firmly, then turned to Victoria, who accepted his hand with a polite smile. As we left the mansion, the cold air biting at our faces, the tension between us was palpable.
In the car, I turned to her. "You handled yourself well back there."
She looked at me, her expression unreadable. "You too. For a moment, I almost believed we were a team."
I sighed, leaning back in my seat. "Maybe we can be. If we can put our differences aside."
Victoria's lips thinned, and she turned to stare out the window. "Maybe. But don't count on it."
"Don't worry princess, I don't expect anything special from you" I smirked and she glared
The silence settled back in, heavy and oppressive. As we drove through the snow-covered streets, I couldn't shake the feeling that this fragile alliance, both with the Ivanovs and between us, was teetering on the edge of disaster.
We were walking a dangerous line, and one misstep could bring everything crashing down.
And the mafia is a please of power and survival, One wrong move and your eliminated from your own game.
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Soo I updated yayyy.. there back to hating each other again lol I love messing with you guys.
I hope you had a good read like I had a good time writing. I also might update Broken Scars soon? But I'm not so sure.
Ignore bad grammar it's like 5am and I told my self I'll go to bed early but uhm I guess not?
Anyways not my problem though. And uhm I'm kinda considering on deleting wattpad sooo if I don't update for like 4 months just know I gave up on wiring.
