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⚠️ PLAGIARISM IS NOT ALLOWED ⚠️

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 Sicilian sun bathed the Bellini estate in a golden hue, casting long shadows that danced across the marble floors of its grand hall. Lorenzo Bellini stood by the window, his gaze fixed on the horizon, where the sprawling city of Palermo lay in a haze of heat. His features were set in a mask of indifference, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing within the confines of the estate.

Natalia Ricci, with her gentle demeanor and warm eyes, approached cautiously, her heart heavy with the weight of unspoken words. She had always admired Lorenzo from afar, her love for him growing with each passing year. Today, however, she could no longer bear the distance between them.

“Lorenzo,” she began softly, her voice trembling slightly, “can we talk?”

Lorenzo turned slowly, his eyes cold and unyielding. “What is it, Natalia?” His tone was clipped, revealing nothing of the affection or warmth she had hoped for.

“I… I just want to understand,” she said, her gaze searching his. “Why do you always distance yourself from me? We’ve been promised to each other since we were children. Shouldn’t there be more between us than mere obligation?”

A flicker of annoyance crossed Lorenzo’s face. “Obligation,” he repeated, as though the word itself was foreign. “You know as well as I do that this arrangement was never meant to be a romance. It’s about power and influence, Natalia. Our families have their reasons.”

Natalia’s heart sank at his words, but she pressed on. “But don’t you ever wonder if there could be something more? Something genuine between us?”

Lorenzo’s expression hardened. “This isn’t about what we want, Natalia. It’s about what’s expected of us. I have my duties, and you have yours. We must fulfill them, regardless of our personal desires.”

The weight of his words fell heavily on Natalia, and she looked down, her fingers clutching the hem of her dress. “I understand your duty, Lorenzo. But can’t we at least try to… to care for each other?”

Lorenzo’s gaze softened for a brief moment, but he quickly masked it with a veneer of coldness. “Care? That’s not something we can afford. We must be pragmatic. Our roles are set, and we must play them.”

The conversation left Natalia feeling more isolated than ever. She had hoped for a glimmer of warmth from Lorenzo, but his cold, unfeeling demeanor only deepened her sorrow. As she turned to leave, she cast one last, wistful glance at him.

“Lorenzo, I hope someday you’ll understand…”

He watched her retreat with a mixture of detachment and something she couldn’t quite decipher. As the door closed behind her, Lorenzo returned to his vigil by the window, the unspoken words and emotions of their conversation settling like dust around him.

In the shadowed corners of the estate, the legacy of the Bellinis and Riccis loomed large, their futures intertwined by obligations and unfulfilled promises. As Lorenzo and Natalia navigated their roles in this world of power and tradition, the path ahead was fraught with unspoken conflicts and hidden desires.

The prologue ends with a sense of unresolved tension, setting the stage for the unfolding drama. Natalia’s love remains unreciprocated, and Lorenzo’s coldness hints at deeper conflicts that will shape their destinies. The story promises to explore the complexities of their relationship and the forces that will test their commitments and desires.

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How was it? I'm sorry if my english is not good ❀ܓ😃.

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