Not Yours To Command

Not Yours To Command

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All he did was torment me. I got back at him once, but that was all. Now he's doing it all over again. °°°°° "Just smile and accept my proposal darling." Nathan whispered in my ear. I glared at him and turned around to the crowd that had gathered for this spectacle. As I looked around at all of those faces, I found the dimming candle in the darkness. Arena was standing behind the rest of the group, with a heart broken smile. Perfect, I thought. I took Nathan's hand, picked up my skirt and walked through the crowd. Through the crowd and right to Arena. I leaned down and whispered into her ear. As I straightened up and said, "Would you do it?" I felt Nathan's arm wrapping around my waist. "The hell are you doing!" I hissed at him. The tingling in my stomach did nothing to help the matter. And neither did the eager nodding from Arena.
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𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐝. I'm in love with him but he's in love with my younger sister and has made that painfully clear to me. "Who are you in love with?" I ask softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm in love with Isabella, your sister. She's the only woman I truly care about," he admits, revealing his feelings for my younger sister after we had just gotten married, it hasn't even been twenty-four hours. "I'll fulfill my role as your husband, but don't expect any love or affection. This marriage is just an agreement between our families, nothing more. Do you understand?" His words are cold, piercing through me like arrows. I fight back the tears threatening to fall and manage to reply, "I understand." But my pain would not last long, not until I meet Mr. Russo, Marcello's father who was that head of the Mafia, a dangerous and powerful man who stole my heart.

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