The Runaway Mafia Bride: Hidden in Shadows

loors and crystal chandeliers, did nothing to comfort her. Instead, it felt like an elaborate cage, each ornate deta

f the air conditioning and the distant chatter of the staff provided a stark contrast to the turmoil churning within her. The F

tered, offering a smile that was both polite and forced. "Good morn

she dressed in an elegant, albeit confining, gown chosen by the Ferrari family, she could not shake the sense

ly gathered for their meal. Vincenzo Ferrari, the patriarch, was a towering figure of authority. His sharp eyes miss

He glanced up briefly as Isabella entered, his expression unreadable. The interaction was formal, and his gaze he

the silence. "Isabella, I trust you slept w

he weight of his scrutiny. "Yes, t

d Elena Ferrari, his wife, discussed business matters with Marco, their voices low and serious. Isab

gaze. "I would like you to join Marco and me for a brief tour of th

the state-of-the-art security systems. Each room was more impressive than the last, but Isabella's mind was elsewhere. She fel

and rich wooden shelves. Marco, who had been mostly silent during the tour, finally spoke.

quiet atmosphere, felt like another cage, albeit a more refined one. The though

rtance of this union. Our families have much to gain from thi

transaction, and her role was to fit seamlessly into the Ferrari family's plans. Isabella's th

e Ferrari family wielded their influence with an air of casual authority. Marco's aloofness and

s surroundings did little to comfort her; instead, they served as a constant reminder of her captivi

ered, delivering a note from Marco. The message was brief and to the point:

emed like the perfect place for secrets to unfold. As she prepared to meet Marco, her mind raced with possibilities.