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28. 𝔹𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℙ𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕥

Myra's POV.

Vincenzo didn't attend my wedding. He's very pissed at me. I want to see him. He said he loved me, why will he even let himself fall in love with someone like me. I would do nothing but to break his heart, and that's what I did.

It was noon already,. I was alone in this huge house with only the maids and guards.
They didn't even talk to me.
Is this how I'm gonna be staying here forever.?
He'd go to work and I'll just stay home alone?
What a prisoner!
I can't accept this. Never!

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It's already evening and he's back from work.

I was in the kitchen making some tea for myself when he came in, and look at me from toes to head. I was in a casual white gown. I also stare at him, without uttering a thing.
I resumed making my tea.

"Get ready, we have a dinner to attend"
He said firmly, and he walked upstairs to the room.

I was confused at the moment that I just stare at him.
I walk up to the room, and he's already have his bath.

"I'm not going anywhere with you" I said.

"The dress code is black, you're wearing black gown, it's in the closet, and you have one minute to be ready"
He said

"I said I'm not-"

"Your time starts now"
He said, and he was already, wearing his shirt. I just sighed and left for the closet.
I applied a really light makeup, and step out of the closet.
He was typing on his phone.

"I don't see why I have to go to this dinner," I said, adjusting my dress for what felt like the hundredth time.

"Because I told you to," Dante replied, his voice cold and detached. "And you'd do well to remember that when I give an order, I expect it to be followed."

"I'm not one of your soldiers, Dante," I spat, my eyes flashing with anger. "I don't take orders from you."

Dante raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement playing on his lips. "Oh, really? Then why are you standing here, dressed and ready to go, just like I told you to?"

My face twisted in a scowl. "Because I have no choice. You've made that clear."

"Exactly," Dante said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "And as long as you're under my... protection, you'll do what I say, when I say it."

My eyes dropped, my voice barely above a whisper. "I hate you, Dante."

Dante chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down Myra's spine. "I know, Myra. And I'm just as fond of you. But that's not going to change the fact that we have a dinner to attend, and you're going to smile and play nice, or so help me..."

My head snapped up, my eyes blazing with defiance. "Or what? You'll threaten to kill my friends?"

Dante's smile grew wider. "Oh, no, Myra. I have far more... creative ways of dealing with disobedience. Now, shall we?"
He said and I wear my heels, walking behind him.
His open the car door and he entered, while they did the same for me but I refuse to go in. I don't want to go.

"Come on, Myra, let's go. We're already running late," Dante said, his voice low and commanding.

"I don't see why I have to go. Can't I just stay here?" I replied, trying to stall.

"No, you can't. You're coming with me, whether you like it or not," Dante said, his eyes narrowing.

I sighed, knowing I had no choice. We arrived at the dinner and I was shocked to see all of Dante's mafia members there. I sat down next to him.