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 next morning, I awoke to an empty bed.
My hand instinctively reached out to her side, but all I found were cool sheets.
Eleanor was already out for her morning run.
Sighing, I made my way to the kitchen, expecting to find Leah doing her weakly meal prep for the three of us.
The house was quiet.
The silence pressed down on me, wrapping me in an uncomfortable tension that seemed to grow heavier with each passing day.
I found Serafina in the kitchen, her back to me, moving mechanically as she prepared breakfast.
She looked so put together, so in control.
As if yesterday, I had seen a completely different.
And now that I had seen her in that condition, I couldn't move on. I need to speak to her
She was already ready to leave for her university.
She probably felt my presence.
Her senses were as sharp as the blade she carried and sharpened every day.
"Leah called in sick today. She'll come by tomorrow if she feels better, "she said quietly, not actually acknowledging me.
She had always been an early riser, but lately, it felt like she was using those early hours as a way to avoid me.
It wasn't just the physical distance; it was the emotional gap that had been widening between us, and every time I reached out, it seemed to stretch a little farther.
"Serafina, can we talk about last night?" I asked, my voice calm but edged with the frustration that had been gnawing at me for days and intensified after yesterday.
She didn't turn around.
Her shoulders stiffened slightly, but she didn't stop what she was doing.
"There's nothing to talk about, Lucien. I'm fine," she replied curtly, her voice like ice. The finality of it stung.
"This isn't like you," I pushed, stepping closer. "What happened at the gala? I'm your husband, Perle-"
I tried to keep my voice steady, but the uncertainty and helplessness were starting to seep through.
Serafina finally turned to face me, her eyes colder than I had ever seen them.
