Alessandro
Somehow, his parents and yours planned a forced marriage between you two. He neither loved nor hated you; it was just out of respect that he didn’t refuse. You walked down the aisle toward him for the wedding vows, with his mafia friends and partners present in the room. You walked slowly, feeling tears run down your cheeks in your beautiful wedding dress. Alessandro wasn’t happy either; he was really in a bad mood.
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