Chapter 1
꧁༺ 𝓒𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓪 ༻꧂/Author
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꧁༺ 𝓒𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓪 ༻꧂/Author
This my new story hope you all like this
The Argento study is a world of its own—ornate, ancient, untouchable. The scent of aged whiskey lingers in the air, mixing with the heavy musk of power. A fire crackles in the grand fireplace, casting shadows over the walls lined with towering bookshelves and portraits of past Argento rulers—men who built their legacy in blood and ambition.
Two families sit across from each other. Two empires. Two histories tangled in war, betrayal, and now—an unbreakable alliance. Tonight is not about love. It is about survival.
Nyxian Alvarez sits in his leather chair, his fingers absently tapping against a glass of whiskey. His dark gaze, sharp and unreadable, rests on the man across from him—Ezekiel Argento, head of the Argento family, just as ruthless, just as powerful. Their wives sit beside them, poised, silent, but their presence is anything but passive. Because this? This is a battlefield, disguised as a wedding arrangement.
Nyxian Alvarez/FL Dad
(Sipping his whiskey, voice low and deliberate)
It’s time, Ezekiel. We both knew this day would come. The alliance was decided years ago.
Ezekiel Argento/ML Dad
(Nods, his tone unyielding)
Lazarus and Drusilla. Together, they’ll be untouchable.
Elinor Argento/ML Mom
(A gentle smile, but her eyes are sharp, calculating)
It’s a perfect match. Power meets power. Strength meets strength.
Nyssa Alvarez/FL Mom
(Her gaze sharp as it settles on her daughter, voice cold yet firm)
Drusilla, you understand the importance of this marriage. This isn’t just about you. It’s about both families. The legacy.
Silence. A long pause. And then—Drusilla speaks. Her back is straight, her arms crossed, her expression unreadable. But the fire in her eyes? That betrays her.
Drusilla Alvarez/FL
(Leaning back, voice razor-sharp)
And if I say no?
The room stills. The tension thickens, crackling in the air like a storm ready to break. Then—a deep chuckle. Low. Dark. Laced with amusement and something far more dangerous.
Lazarus Argento dressed in black, his presence alone is enough to command attention. He has been silent until now, watching, waiting. And now? Now he speaks.
Lazarus Argento/ML
(Low, teasing)You won’t.
Drusilla’s gaze snaps to him, fire meeting ice. Their eyes lock, a silent battle waging between them.
Drusilla Alvarez/FL
(Coldly)You think you can own me, Argento?
Lazarus Argento/ML
(Leaning closer, voice dark and smooth)I don’t think, cara mia… I know.
A challenge. A threat. A promise. He watches her, waiting for the fight, waiting for her to push back. And she wants to—God, she wants to. But she knows better. Knows what this means. Knows that this decision was made for her long before she ever had a choice.
The room watches, the air thick with something unspoken. A history she doesn’t remember, but he does. A connection she refuses to acknowledge, but he won’t let her forget.
Drusilla Alvarez/FL
(After a long pause, voice cutting)
Fine. Let’s get this over with.
A flicker of something in Lazarus’s gaze. Satisfaction? Amusement? Or something deeper—something darker.
Lazarus Argento/ML
(Softly, murmuring, for her ears alone)We’re only just beginning, Cara Mia.
And just like that—their fates are sealed. Their future written in blood. And there is no turning back.
The study empties, the echoes of the meeting still lingering in the walls, in the flickering candlelight, in the weight of history pressing down on them.
Drusilla stands by the fireplace, fingers clenched into fists at her sides, staring at the flames. She hears him before he speaks—Lazarus. He moves like a shadow, controlled, deliberate. She doesn’t turn, but she feels him step behind her.
Lazarus Argento/ML
(Quietly, voice unreadable)You hate this.
Drusilla Alvarez/FL
(Sharp, bitter)Do I have a choice?
Lazarus Argento/ML
(Smirking slightly, stepping beside her)No.
She exhales sharply, finally turning to him. Their eyes meet again, but this time, there is no audience. No fathers making deals. No mothers ensuring loyalty. Just them. The inevitable. The unavoidable. The collision of two forces that were never meant to be tamed.
Drusilla Alvarez/FL
(Low, dangerous)I will never be yours.
Lazarus Argento/ML
(Murmuring(, tracing a finger along the rim of his whiskey glass)I don’t need you to be mine, cara mia.
Lazarus Argento/ML
(His gaze lifts, sharp and consuming)I just need you to stand beside me.
A beat of silence. A moment where the world shifts, where the lines blur. Because this isn’t love. This isn’t devotion. This is power. A game of control neither of them are willing to lose.
Drusilla Alvarez/FL
(Smirking, stepping closer, voice like silk)Careful, Argento. You might just regret this.
Lazarus Argento/ML
(Chuckling, dark and low, his gaze never wavering)Never.
And with that, she turns, walking away without another word. He watches her go, a slow, knowing smile curling at the edges of his lips.
The war has begun. And neither of them are walking away unscathed.
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