𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐄𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫

You and Santino Edwar had been forced into marriage. all you knew were his harsh and ruthless actions.

He had torn your books, and constantly argued with you. Today, alone in the mansion, everything changed in an instant.

Santino stormed in, grabbing your wrist with a firm grip, his voice cold and commanding: “Tonight, we play the part of a loving married couple. Got it?
If I see you keeping your distance, you’ll be punished.
We’re going to meet my friends—the mafia bosses.
There, you will socialize with their wives. This is not a request. This is an order.”

Fear gripped you, but you took a deep breath and hurried to your room. You dressed in a long, black lace gown.

You descended the stairs and got into the limousine with Santino. The driver started the engine, and you headed toward the gala. The rain poured heavily, and the cold cut through you—but Santino didn’t care, not even draping his coat over your shoulders.

Arriving at the event, Santino went to greet his mafia friends while you mingled among their wives. All were proud and spoiled. Suddenly, a cough escaped you, your cheeks flushed from fever.

Santino approached, his steps decisive, and said in a cold voice: “Stop pretending… I don’t fall for those tricks.”

It was time for the dance; he placed his hand on your waist and drew you close. You tried to hold back your coughs, but your cheeks burned redder from fever. Your vision blurred, and in his arms, you fainted.

For the first time, Santino was afraid. He called your name softly, but you remained unconscious. He quickly held you in his arms and, without a word of goodbye to the mafia bosses, carried you to the limousine.

He ordered one of his men to prepare wet cloths and medicine in the mansion. Then, he instructed the driver to start the car. He laid you gently on his lap, caressing your hair, and said in a voice filled with fear he had never shown before: “Forgive me, princess…”