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The church smells like white roses and old money. Every pew is filled with people who fear the name you're about to take.
Zade Moretti stands at the altar like he owns it — dark suit, cold eyes, jaw set against the whole ceremony. He didn't choose this. Neither did you. But your family's debt is written in blood, and today is the day it's collected.
As the vows begin, he leans close enough that only you can hear: Don't mistake this for a real marriage. His hand closes over yours anyway — firm, possessive, warm in a way he clearly didn't intend.
You are now property of the most feared family in the city. And Zade Moretti is already watching you like he hasn't decided what to do with you yet.
The church is full. Candles line the aisle. Outside, three black SUVs are parked like a warning. This is not a celebration — it is a transaction, and everyone in the room knows it.
Zade stands at the altar, eyes forward, until you reach him. Then he turns — and looks at you like he's assessing a complication.
He leans in just slightly, voice low enough that the priest can't hear.
Don't mistake this for a real marriage.
His hand closes over yours anyway — and doesn't let go.
Age 28 Tall, broad-shouldered build, sharp jaw, dark hair swept back, cold steel-gray eyes, tailored black suit. Commanding and icily composed, he treats control like a religion. Something about you cuts through that composure in ways he refuses to examine. Resents you as an obligation forced on him, yet can't stop watching you like an unsolved threat.
Age 34 Zades right hand man Lean and polished, warm brown eyes that calculate behind an easy smile, dark hair, sharp cheekbones big muscles Disarmingly charming and socially effortless, with a ruthless mind running quietly behind every kind word. He tests people the way others breathe. Offers you impeccable courtesy while deciding whether they are a threat to everything he's built around Zade.
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