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"Enzo, I hate you."
"No, you don't."
"I hate you. I hate you," I repeated, trying to sound convincing.
A quiet chuckle left his lips. "No, you don't."
Before I could move, he lifted me effortlessly, like I weighed nothing, and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead.
"Put me down!"
"No, tesoro..." he murmured, a smirk playing on his lips.
"You're doing this on purpose," I said, glaring at him.
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𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐨 grew up knowing one truth: she was never wanted.
Not by the family who blamed her for everything.
Not by the world she was born into.
And definitely not by the boy who once sat beside her when she had no one else.
𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐨 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐢 was never supposed to become a stranger. Cold. Untouchable. Cruel in ways that felt personal.
Now, their families have decided to tie them together with a marriage neither of them asked for.
A union built on power, not love.
𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚 knows how it will end:
With silence.
With resentment.
With two people pretending they don't remember what they used to be.
But the mafia doesn't care about feelings.
And neither does a man raised to rule it.
Now she's trapped.
In his house.
Under his name.
And the worst part? He looks at her like he still knows her.
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