Forced into a marriage neither of them wanted, a fierce Greek mafia princess and a ruthless Sicilian underboss must navigate a storm of power, passion, and betrayal-only to discover that their greatest battle might be against their own hearts.
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"How long?"
"I just told you. Five minutes." I replied, carefully coating my lashes with mascara.
"You said that five minutes ago." He complained again from the bedroom in our villa.
"Well, add another ten minutes to that then." I muttered, looking into the mirror in the dressing room.
"We're getting late, Millie."
"You were the one who insisted I take a nap."
"Yeah, four fucking hours ago. I didn't think you'd sleep for that long."
"That's your fault then, isn't it?" I scoffed, adding my lip gloss as the finishing touch.
I heard him grumbling to himself in the bedroom while I spritzed on some perfume. I headed to the bedroom where Costa was sat at the edge of the bed, texting away.
I leaned against the doorway of the dressing room, slipping my Jimmy Choo heels on.
"Is my dress okay?" My question had Costa looking up from his phone.
He drank in my floor length champagne gown, his green eyes widening at my arrival. His lips parted but no words came out and he visibly swallowed.
Is it that bad?
"Is it bad? Shall I change? Do you think it's too much?"
"No." He quickly shook his head, slowly rising to his feet. "It's...you look..."
He stammered, searching for the right words. Then he cleared his throat, once again scanning my dress.
"You look beautiful, Millie."
A slow smile stretched across my lips at the raw honesty in his voice "Thank you."
"Are you ready?" He took a step towards the door, incidentally putting some distance between us.
"Just let me get my things." I quickly went back into the dressing room, hearing him groan out loud.
"I'm going to kill you and then myself." And that was the end of his niceness.
Once I got all my tissues, I forced Costa to fill his own suit pockets with my supplies too.
