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SERENA VENERA
I think love is a weakness. Marriage is a prison, and I became a prisoner caged with Roman Volkova.
I've never had freedom. My entire life has based on power, appearances, being the Mafia princess, and a daughter to a powerful Mafia don.
He looks at me like I already belong to him. I didn't want protection, and I certainly didn't want a husband.
He's wrong. He's dangerous.
I wasn't raised to bow, and if this marriage is a vow disguised as a war, I have to keep reminding myself.
I don't break easily.
ROMAN VOLKOVA
People think independence means doing everything alone. They're all wrong for one thing. Its strength. Strength in knowing when a person stands between you and getting yourself together.
She's my weakness.
I've watched her since my eyes first laid upon her. My mind doing things my hands couldn't.
I've seen how she carries herself like she's disguised as silk, how she refuses help, and how she thinks it'll cost her blood. It'll only cost the blood of others, if not blood, death.
She was never in danger from me.
Only from what I'll do to anyone who tries to take her.