Marry the Don
Terrsoro · Ongoing · 40 Chapters
About this book
"I was sold to the Don of the Italian mafia when I was twelve years old. Now, at twenty, I’ve been summoned to Nicolas Capasso’s home, a man I’ve never even met, for my wedding day. No wiser of what it means to be a wife to a man like him. Let alone what goes on between a husband and wife in the dark. Nonetheless, I was assured it was all part of the plan. Step one, marry the Don. Got it. Step two, provide him with as many children as he requires. Gross. Step three, live silently and dutifully as the wife to the most powerful man in history. Oh, come on. The only thing standing in the way of completing such a simple plan, you ask. The blessing ceremony on the eve of my wedding. The most outdated form of torture imaginable on a pure bride like me, and something my family had been doing for centuries. Yet, when I found myself dressed in white, laid atop a ceremonial bedspread, and offered up to the deviant priest as a sacrifice, the man that walked into the room wasn’t at all what I expected. Don’t even get me started on what he did to my body during the ceremony, or what carnal things he made me feel while he did it. My future marriage was supposed to be blessed by the ceremony, paving the way to a peaceful union between our families. But if that was the case, why was it the man from the night before that consumed my every thought as I walked down the aisle the next day?"
Chapter 1
ARIANNA
“Ari!” My father snapped his fingers from the seat opposite mine. “Are you listening to me?”
“Yes, Papa.” I answered on autopilot, the phrase was simply muscle memory at this point in my life. I forced myself to look at him and my mama sitting on the leather bench seat of the limo as it drove through the unfamiliar countryside.
“Good. Because we do not have much time left before we get to the estate and you need to be on your best behavior when we do.”
“ She will be, dear.” My mother's calm and melodic voice assured my father as she patted his knee, “This is what we’ve spent her entire life preparing for.”
My father smiled at my mother and put his hand on top of hers before looking back at me with a pointed stare. “You are the future of this family Arianna. If you do not fulfill your duty to this family, we will go extinct.”
The future of the Rosetti Family rests upon my shoulders.
Yeah, I’ve heard that same bull shit line since I was old enough to process the words he spit my way.
Arianna, the dutiful and docile daughter of Emilio and Mina Rosetti, the third child out of five, was going to be the saving grace of the entire familial line.
Puke.
I let my eyes fall away from his to look back out the window at the vibrant red and orange leaves on the trees mixed with the green ones as we drove by.
I’d never seen fall foliage in the north before.
Perhaps living here wouldn’t be so bad after all.
The limo slowed and I craned my neck for a glimpse of the estate as we rolled into the massive gatehouse. Armed men with menacing glares and even scarier guns strapped to their chests circled the limo as our driver spoke to them. The windows in the back rolled down and my father nodded to a guard as he looked first at him, then my mother, then across the space to where I sat on the bench seat facing backward. He was massive, far over six feet tall, and nearly as wide as he was tall with dark eyes and a strong jawline. He was the absolute definition of scary and I fought not to wilt under his stare.
The man’s eyes traveled from my head to my toes and back before he nodded to me and stood back up. I shivered from the brute power I felt rolling off the men surrounding us as the limo started rolling up the driveway again.
I blew out a silent breath and deflated into the seat, trying to steal my resolve again.
Seconds on the infamous Capasso property, and I was already balking with fight or flight urges. I felt like with each foot of the driveway that the limo ate up, I was getting closer to my execution.
My mother smiled brightly as she commented on the expansive grounds with the immaculate landscapes and designs and my father smirked into his scotch glass.
Everything was falling into place for them. Yet for me … I was doomed.
The car stopped and staff from the massive mansion walked down the steps, lining up to receive us as my parents got out of the car and signaled for me to join.
I took a deep breath and smoothed my hands down my light pink dress and forced my body to slide off the seat and follow them.
I tried to make my face relax and look more approachable, standing next to my mother as the eyes of all the staff fell onto me in morbid curiosity. I hated being the center of attention. Not once in my life had I been the important one in the room, and I didn’t like that I was now.
