Salvation lies within the recesses of her heart. Can he claim it as his own?
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𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢'𝐬 life takes a harrowing turn on her best friend's wedding day when an anonymous man crashes the ce...
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I sat across from my old man, his gaze practically throwing daggers my way. I knew he was angry. My father often berated me for my misdeeds, but he was never pissed off enough to summon me to his office.
Then again, this was about Xavier Rossi's niece—a family tied to ours in loyalty since the de Lucas first rose to power.
Maybe Dad was a little disappointed, after all.
"Why the fuck are you quiet now, Rafaello?" he barked in Italian, his voice barely masking his growl.
"What do you want me to say?" I raised an eyebrow, calmly weighing my pros and cons.
When Quintessa isn’t near me—when she isn’t occupying my every thought—it’s easier for my mind to function. And now, with the possibility of war brewing between the de Lucas and the Rossis, I can push the image of her fierce gaze to the back of my mind for a moment.
We were impulsive, the both of us. I don’t think she planned to kill my sister. She found the opportunity and used it. And though I did plan to marry her, it wasn’t supposed to happen like this. I’d intended to have her family accept the bond (though reluctantly)—Anastasia Rossi had fled, and Quintessa would have had to take her place if she wanted to save her family. But instead, I forced Queen's hand, keeping both of our families oblivious to the truth.
So, yes, 'impulsive' was putting it mildly. We were a match made by the universe. My Queen just needs to see that.
Dad sighed, his expression showing no sign of softening. In fact, if I wasn’t mistaken, he seemed angrier.
He stared at me until he realized I wouldn’t reply unless he asked anything directly. Finally, he broke the silence. “Where is your bride?”
I leaned back in my chair comfortably, my mouth twitching. “I think you’ve already met her, Dad.”
If he was dissatisfied with my amusement, he didn’t show it. “I’m talking about Anastasia Rossi.”
“I didn’t marry her.”
“You know where she is.”
“I swear I don’t, Dad. That’s Romario’s job.” Sorry, brother. You really should have picked up your phone.
Dad went completely quiet, his stare boring into mine, unblinking. Hell, I think he even stopped breathing for a moment.
The grandfather clock ticked behind us as we sat in tense silence, until it grew too heavy. I stood. “I’ll leave if you have nothing more to say.”
I was about to turn on my heel when Dad snapped. “You owe me a damn explanation, Rafael de Luca!”
I chuckled. “I’m a married man, Dad. I don’t know what needs to be explained here."
