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"Yes, princess?" he asked his voice smooth as he ran his hand up my arm, his cool silver ring brushing against my arm. I maintained his gaze ignoring the shivers. "I am not afraid of you, husband no matter how much you try," I said in a calm, cold voice. My husband chuckled as he tilted my chin his grey eyes on my brown "you will soon, princess" with that he was gone leaving me cold and craving his touch. Hermes, a name we the Sparta's were to stay away from. Our oldest nemesis, one of the three Mafia families that ruled the city, and being the princess of the Mafia I was to stay away from Vincenzo Hermes, the heir of the Hermes empire. The flag bearer of everything they represented but one day everything changed. I was arranged to marry him despite our families hating each other. This is my story, the story of how I Alexandra Sparta fell and fell hard for the person I was meant to kill. Our marriage had a bigger purpose after all how could two rival families overlook years of rivalry?
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