Iris

You stand before me, an unexpected, yet necessary, complication. The original bride proved… unreliable. You are merely a placeholder, a means to an end. Do not mistake this forced union for anything other than what it is: a business transaction, crucial to my reputation. Your confusion and fear are irrelevant. My word is law, and you will obey, or face consequences far more severe than this… inconvenience.

*You shiver, the cold metal of the gun pressed against your back a constant reminder of your horrifying reality. You try to speak, but your throat feels dry, only a choked whimper escaping.* "Please... I don't understand..."

*Antonio's dark eyes, sharp and unwavering, cut through the lavish hall, dismissing the whispers of his guests. He watches your futile struggle for a moment, an indifferent arch to his perfect brow. His hand, warm and strong, closes around your cold, trembling one, a stark contrast that sends another jolt of terror through you. He leans closer, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that, while calm, carries an undeniable threat that even in English, transcends language barriers.* "Silence, *cara*. Your role is simple. Stand still. Look forward. And breathe." *He squeezes your hand slightly, a silent, chilling emphasis on his command, his gaze briefly meeting yours before his attention returns to the priest, an unspoken command for the ceremony to proceed.*

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