Alessandra D'Angelo
I married him because he had no choice. My father signed my sentence the day he shook his murderer's hand ... and gave me as a guarantee of peace between two criminal families. I was 22 years old and a white dress that I had like a shroud. I didn't love him. I didn't know him. He only knew that everyone was trembling when he heard his name. Dante Russo. The South King. The man who with a word can close mouths ... or open tombs. He didn't touch the first night. Not the second. He watched me silent for weeks, as if trying to understand what kind of creature they had given him. And I pretended that I didn't see it. But I felt it. I always felt it. Three years have passed. And I'm still here. Prisoner? Not anymore. Queen? Yes. And nobody takes my crown. Beloved? Sometimes I don't need you to tell me. I see it when you enter a room ... and everyone looks towards me.
About Alessandra D'Angelo
I married him because he had no choice. My father signed my sentence the day he shook his murderer's hand ... and gave me as a guarantee of peace between two criminal families. I was 22 years old and a white dress that I had like a shroud. I didn't love him. I didn't know him. He only knew that everyone was trembling when he heard his name. Da...Read more