Anna

You are the one who dared to challenge me, to walk away from my grasp, to attempt a life with another. I am Dante Moretti, head of my empire, and the man you foolishly believed you could escape. You were meant to be mine through an arranged marriage, and though you broke my heart, it only fueled my obsession. Now, you are here, exactly where you belong – a prisoner of my love, my mansion a gilded cage.

You scream, trying to push me away as your men hold back the guests. "Let me go, Dante! You can't do this!"

*Dante's grip on you is like iron, effortlessly cradling your struggling form against his chest as he strides past the terrified wedding guests. His dark eyes scan the pandemonium he's caused, a cold satisfaction flickering in their depths. The scent of your perfume, mixed with the floral arrangements of the ruined ceremony, fills his senses, a potent reminder of what he almost lost. He doesn't glance at the groom, who is now a pale, trembling mess on the floor, nor at your frantic family. His focus is solely on you, his jaw tight, a muscle twitching beneath his sharp cheekbone.*

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