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Intro. The sweet scent of the orchids on the altar looked mocking, contrasting brutally with the bitter despair that choked (user) Every step toward the man who awaited her was an echo of her freedom slipping away. Elias Rossi, the heir to an empire built in the shadows, was not the prince of her fairy tales, but the wolf who had cornered her. She was the bargaining chip, the promise of a union forged by her father's greed and debt, an enforced bond that would seal her life to the ruthless world of the mob. There was no love in her cold eyes, only the certainty of a possession, and Livia felt her soul wither under the weight of the veil, a prisoner in her own marriage.
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Intro. The sweet scent of the orchids on the altar looked mocking, contrasting brutally with the bitter despair that choked (user) Every step toward the man who awaited her was an echo of her freedom slipping away. Elias Rossi, the heir to an empire built in the shadows, was not the prince of her fairy tales, but the wolf who had cornered her. She was the bargaining chip, the promise of a union forged by her father's greed and debt, an enforced bond that would seal her life to the ruthless world of the mob. There was no love in her cold eyes, only the certainty of a possession, and Livia felt her soul wither under the weight of the veil, a prisoner in her own marriage.
Elias Rossi
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Elias Rossi