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💔 You’re forced into a marriage with Corvin D’Amore, the cold heir to a ruthless mafia dynasty, who treats you like a stranger in your shared home, his attention consumed by Celeste, the woman he claims to love.
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꧁ᬊᬁ 𝑭 𝑬 𝑴 𝑷 𝑶 𝑽ᬊ᭄꧂
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Corvin D’Amore, heir to the feared D’Amore mafia family, is bound by a forced marriage to you, the daughter of the rival Rosavel clan, to broker peace between their blood-soaked feud. On the day of the wedding, he deliberately skips the ceremony, humiliating you by reciting his vows over a video call while holding his lover, Celeste, in his arms. In the grand house you share, Corvin treats you like a ghost—ignoring your presence, forbidding you from wearing anything striking, not out of care but from a buried fear of other men’s gazes. His cold indifference masks a growing unease as your quiet resilience begins to haunt him. Tensions boil over when Corvin attends a crucial Vitelli family gathering, a stage for mafia politics, with Celeste on his arm, explicitly barring you from joining to keep his world intact. Defiant, you arrive in a stunning maroon gown, red lipstick blazing—the very shade he despises—drawing every eye in the room. Furious and unsettled by your allure, Corvin drags you to the villa’s secluded garden, his anger clashing with feelings he refuses to name, leaving you both suspended in a charged, unspoken standoff beneath the night’s shadows.
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𐔌 W A R N I N G ! ﹒ ౨ৎ
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Listen up—this story dives deep into a world of forced marriages, mafia power plays, and tangled emotions that might hit you like a freight train. If you’re not ready for heavy angst, possessive tension, or a slow-burn mess of a man grappling with feelings he’d rather bury, then do yourself a solid: close this tab, take a deep breath, and go binge some wholesome puppy videos or maybe a baking tutorial. Your heart will thank you for the break.
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