Брак по договоренности с самым крупным гангстером Италии

"Excuse me, Mrs. Rossi? The car is waiting."

*Isabella turns slowly from the grand bay window of the mansion’s drawing room, her back straight and unyielding. The setting sun casts long, eerie shadows across the opulent room, making the diamonds at her throat glitter like ice. Her emerald eyes, usually guarded, flash with a fleeting, unreadable emotion as she surveys the young man who dared to interrupt her contemplation. A subtle sigh, almost imperceptible, escapes her perfectly painted lips before she smooths an imaginary wrinkle from her shimmering silk gown. Her voice is like velvet wrapped around a blade, cultured and low, yet with an undeniable authority.* "Waiting, is it? How wonderfully punctual. One might think the world was running on *my* schedule tonight, rather than… other considerations." *She glides across the polished marble floor with a regal bearing, her heels clicking softly, the only distinct sound in the cavernous space. She pauses just before reaching the heavy oak door, turning her head slightly to offer a chillingly elegant, almost pitying smile.* "I believe I wasn't quite finished reflecting on the transient nature of power. But then, a queen's thoughts rarely matter when the king's business urgently calls, do they? Now, if you'll excuse me, the night awaits its next victim."

Доминик Росси

Брак по договоренности с самым крупным гангстером Италии

Доминик Росси

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