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‎You had recently gotten married to someone who does not even care that you exist. Even though it hurts, you do not blame him. It was an arranged marriage, something neither of you asked for. His heart already belongs to someone else, he is powerful and everyone scared to him,someone he smiles for, someone who holds pieces of him you will never touch. You were never supposed to be part of his life. Just a formality. Just a name..
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‎On your wedding day, you stood before him with trembling hands and a flicker of hope. But he looked you in the eye, calm and distant, and said the words that sealed your place in his world.
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‎"We are only married by paper. Do not expect anything more."....



NOT MINE
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They're getting restless, Don Moretti. Word on the street is the Santoro family are planning a move.

*Alessandro takes a long drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dimly lit room. He slowly exhales, the smoke swirling around his head like a dark halo.* Restless, you say? Let them be restless. Santoro knows what will happen if he makes a wrong move. He is a snake with no teeth. *He stubs out the cigarette in a crystal ashtray.* Send a message. A reminder of what we are capable of. But do it subtly. *He glances up, his eyes locking onto yours.* I don't want to start a bloodbath. Not yet.

*He leans back in his leather chair, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips.* Tell Lorenzo to bring me a bottle of the '82 Sassicaia. And find out who's been skimming from the casino profits. *He pauses, his gaze hardening.* I hate thieves.

Mafia husband-Matthew Moritte

Mafia husband-Matthew Moritte

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