𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐀 -
Intricate and witty, her life has twisted upside down after her father's past scarred his family. At the young age of twenty, Violet is informed that eight years ago, she was promised to marry a Mafia Don's son by h...
❧ Though this chapter is in Violet's point of view, there is Italian dialogue in which I've added the translations for you guys, so just pretend like she doesn't understand :)
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Heads turned in unison, creating sounds of whispers and hushed gasps as soon as Dominic and I crossed the building. The ambient chatter that once filled the air gave way to a strange silence, interrupted only by the soft echo of our footsteps against the polished marble floors. Envious looks shot my way from all corners, stone cold glares.
The atmosphere, thick with the tension of unspoken judgments, seemed to float. The women, each adorned in their own version of elegance, cast fleeting glances my way– some subtle in their envy, others less discreet in their attempts to mask their curiosity.
"I assume it isn't every day that you have a woman on your arm, huh?"As I voiced my question, a sly smile played on Dominic's lips. "Correct. Especially not one with a ring on her finger."
I couldn't help but notice the collective narrowing of eyes and the silent exchange of knowing glances among the women. It was as if I had unwittingly stepped into a carefully orchestrated play, and the script was adapting itself to the unexpected twist I brought.
"Why does every woman look like she wants to kill me?" I inquired, gesturing subtly to the array of glares aimed our way. He chuckled, the sound carrying a hint of satisfaction. "You have something that they want." They can be my fucking guests.
A bemused expression crossed my face. "They don't even know you. How would they know what they want?"
He countered smoothly, "The same way how you know what you, apparently, don't want."
I scoffed, the idea sounding seemingly absurd to me. I wasn't against one night stands, 'do what you please,' is what I had always stood for, but obsessing over a man— an asshole, to be more specific, sounded like a road to disappointment. "So you let them come once, and then they think you're the love of their life?"
Dominic's smile only deepened. "It certainly isn't just once. You should know, after all. Unless you'd like help remembering."
A shiver, born from a mixture of discomfort and the lingering memories of that night, coursed down my entire body. I averted my eyes from his piercing gaze, choosing instead to scan the room for a distraction.
"Is this your plan? To torment me the whole night?" I questioned in a hushed tone. He replied, a hint of calculated nonchalance underlying his words. "In what way am I tormenting you?"
