Bound to the Unwanted Bride
Prologue
He was a ruthless Mafia King.
Cold. Merciless. Feared by all.
His hands were stained with blood.
His heart… carved from stone.
Love.
Compassion.
Mercy.
They had no place in his world.
Matteo Salvatore(ml)
(his growl):
People are either assets… or liabilities.
And I never hesitate…
to eliminate the latter.
But fate…
Fate does not ask.
It strikes.
When fate forced him into a marriage…
it was not for love.
It was for the sake of his Seven-month-old son
An innocent soul…
the only thing left of the woman he once lost.
Matteo Salvatore(ml)
(his cold declaration):
This is nothing more than a business deal.
A necessary arrangement.
Not for love.
Nothing more.
His new wife was meant to be a caretaker.
Not a part of his life.
And yet…
Destiny had other plans.
She entered his house quietly…
like a shadow slipping into fire.
Her hands trembled when she first held the child.
Her eyes lowered when she first stood before him.
Elena Caruso(fl)
(her soft whisper):
"I am not here to take his mother’s place.
I am only here to keep him safe."
He watched her with suspicion.
With hatred.
With walls higher than kingdoms.
Matteo Salvatore(ml)
(his cold warning):
"Don’t mistake this for family.
You are nothing more than a shadow in my house."
But shadows…
have a way of learning how to breathe.
And even the hardest stone…
can crack…
when touched too long by warmth.
Days turned into nights.
Nights into years.
He saw her cradle the child with tenderness.
He heard her hum lullabies through his walls.
Matteo Salvatore(ml)
(his whisper, conflicted):
"Why do I feel this way…
when I look at her?"
Because destiny is cruel.
Because destiny binds hearts
that should have never touched.
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