Forced into a marriage neither of them wanted, a fierce Greek mafia princess and a ruthless Sicilian underboss must navigate a storm of power, passion, and betrayal-only to discover that their greatest battle might be against their own hearts.
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Six weeks.
Sometimes six weeks feels like a lifetime. Maybe if you have a vacation booked or you're waiting for school to finish for the holidays.
But sometimes it can go so quick you start questioning your own sense of reality.
One minute I was standing in the hallway watching Costantino walk away from me and the next I was standing in a hotel room in a wedding dress.
I spent the last six weeks packing up my life in New York and preparing my company for my move halfway across the world.
I didn't even get to go to Greece to celebrate my wedding with my parents and aunt and uncle. I was stuck in New York finalising all my own arrangements.
I was only a few minutes away from leaving the hotel to head to the church where we were getting married.
I wasn't very religious, but since the Accardi family were hosting the wedding in Sicily, most of this was done under their arrangements. Hence why we were getting married in a church and not having an outdoor ceremony like I always wanted.
I always dreamed of getting married on a beach with my closest people around me.
But girls can't dream in this life. I barely had a say in any of the wedding arrangements - not that I even tried to give my opinion. The only thing I controlled was my wedding dress.
Oh, and I got to choose who was walking me down the aisle.
A knock on the door forced me to avert my gaze from the reflection of my wedding dress in the mirror.
"Ready, Mildred?" I turned to the door of the bedroom in the suite to see Damian and Julius standing there. They were dressed in their three piece designer suits with a flower pinned to their lapels. The pair of them took a long moment to absorb the view of me in my dress and my veil.
"Don't look at me like that. You promised you wouldn't let me cry."
"Sorry, Maleficent." Julius forced a smile onto his face although he did a poor job of hiding his feelings.
They were hurting just as much as I was.
This was never the marriage we imagined when we set out to find me a husband all those months ago. They thought they'd be able to protect me from this, but they couldn't.
Julius lingered by the door when Damian started making his way over to me. His smile was a little more genuine, but still, I could see the sadness in his eyes.
