Alessandro De Luca stood on the rooftop, gazing over Rome's twinkling lights. His city. His kingdom.
"Sir, the Bianchi family has agreed to the terms," his consigliere, Marco, said.
Alessandro's gaze narrowed.
"Ensure Sophia understands her role. She will be my wife, my partner, and my property."
Marco nodded.
"Yes, sir."
Alessandro's thoughts drifted to Sophia.
Innocent. Beautiful. Naive.
He would mold her into the perfect mafia wife.
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Sophia's rebellion simmered.
She couldn't accept this fate.
One night, Sophia snuck out of the villa, seeking answers.
She stumbled upon a hidden room, filled with newspapers and police reports.
Headlines screamed:
"De Luca Mafia Family Linked to Multiple Murders"
"Rome's Most Feared Mafia Leader: Alessandro De Luca"
Sophia's heart sank.
What had she gotten herself into?
As she delved deeper into the room, Sophia discovered a photo of Alessandro.
Young. Handsome. Ruthless.
A shiver ran down her spine.
How could she marry a man with so much blood on his hands?
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The next day, Sophia confronted her father.
"Father, I won't do it. I won't marry him."
Giovanni Bianchi's expression hardened.
"You will, Sophia. This union will secure our family's future."
Sophia's desperation grew.
"Please, Father. Consider the consequences."
Giovanni's voice rose.
"You'll do as you're told, Sophia. The De Lucas will protect us."
Sophia realized her father's fear.
But at what cost?
Her freedom?
Her soul?
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That evening, Alessandro arrived at the Bianchi villa.
Sophia's heart raced as she descended the stairs.
Their eyes met.
Alessandro's gaze pierced hers.
Sophia felt trapped.
"Welcome, Sophia," Alessandro said, his voice low and commanding.
Sophia curtsied.
"Welcome, Signor De Luca."
Alessandro's smile hinted at possession.
"You will call me Alessandro, wife."
Sophia's rebellion simmered.
But for now, she played along.