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Come to think of it, my partner changed just a day ago. Instead of his older brother Damon, he replaced his younger brother Salvatore. The question of whether I am curious about the reason why arises.

"Because I didn't wonder. But now I do," I voiced my newfound curiosity.

"Why?" I asked, seeking clarity.

"You're asking too quickly," Salvatore replied, his gaze downcast as he avoided meeting my eyes.

"Have we ever met?" I inquired, uncertainty lacing my words.

Even as I asked, I couldn't shake the feeling that I should know him, that his presence stirred something deep within me.

Even among the crowd, Salvatore stood out—a man with a commanding presence, a head held high amidst the throng of people.

Initially, I had judged him harshly, clouded by my past experiences with men. But now, as I peeled back the layers of hostility, his demeanor appeared different.

Despite his tall stature, Salvatore possessed an aura that was not easily forgotten. His presence left an indelible mark on my memory.

"It wouldn't be. I can't remember," I confessed, my hands instinctively rising to cover my mouth. "It's definitely a look you won't forget once you see it," Salvatore remarked, a hint of pride coloring his words.

Damn, if pride is sexy today, then he might just be right here.

"I only saw you that day, right?" I questioned, seeking confirmation.

"That's not it," Salvatore replied cryptically, leaving me with more questions than answers.

"You said you would answer anything if I asked you," I reminded him, my tone tinged with frustration and curiosity.

Flashback -

In the dimming light of dusk, a young boy with a bike helmet approached a girl two years older than him. His presence, though unassuming, held a hint of familiarity—a silent promise of protection. With a gentle hand, he extended his help to her, a gesture that would echo through the corridors of time.

Present -

"I changed my mind. I hope you remember me," Salvatore's voice, soft yet insistent, brushed against Valentina's ear as he drew closer. His touch, delicate yet firm, tangled in her hair as he spoke.

Valentina had expected a dry, formal confrontation, a scripted exchange devoid of emotion. But as Salvatore closed in, her heart quickened its pace, betraying her carefully constructed facade.

"A book is a living thing. It is a bird; it has a voice. The pages of a book are wings. Books have heartbeats. When readers read they feel them; they listen," echoed in Valentina's mind, resonating with the unexpected flutter in her chest.

She couldn't deny the pull she felt towards the man before her, his presence casting a spell that she struggled to resist. Even in the opulent setting of the wedding dress couture, Valentina couldn't shake the sense of foreboding that lingered within her.

As she gazed into the mirror, her reflection stared back at her—a portrait of desolation masked by the facade of a bride-to-be. Despite the dazzling gown and meticulous makeup, she appeared as a withered lily, robbed of its vitality.

In the whirlwind of preparations leading up to the wedding, tensions simmered beneath the surface as the families navigated the delicate balance between tradition and rivalry. From coordinating guest lists to vetting bodyguards, every detail was scrutinized in anticipation of the impending ceremony.

Yet amidst the chaos, Valentina couldn't shake the feeling of apprehension that gnawed at her. As the day of the wedding loomed closer, she couldn't help but wonder—which bride fears an attack on her wedding day?

Valentina's world teetered on the precipice of uncertainty, her heart torn between duty and desire, her fate entwined with that of Salvatore's in ways she could scarcely comprehend.

"The bride-to-be is coming," the workers announced, and as they pulled back the curtains, Salvatore and I locked eyes. In that fleeting moment, I saw a hint of pink blush on his cheeks, transforming him from a formidable man into a vulnerable, endearing figure. His fingers grazed my cheek softly, his touch both tender and possessive as he whispered, "Pretty."

"What do you think?" he asked, turning to the bodyguards.

"You are beautiful, madam!" their enthusiastic response echoed through the room, eliciting an embarrassed chuckle from me. I raised my hand to my face, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. "Then I'll be choosing this," I declared, trying to diffuse the awkwardness.

The other workers trembled in fear, their eyes darting nervously between Salvatore and me. "Do you want to try another?" Salvatore inquired, flashing a charming smile.

"I said I liked it," I replied, my voice tinged with exasperation.

"So, how am I?" he asked, his cheeks now adorned with a subtle pink tint. "Do you like it, Bella?" His words hung in the air, accompanied by a softness that caught me off guard.

His classic tuxedo accentuated his tall, strong frame, a stark contrast to the flashy suit we first met in—a reminder of his mafia lineage.

"I don't care, do whatever you want," I muttered, trying to mask the flutter of butterflies in my stomach.

Gently tugging at my veil, Salvatore met my gaze with a tender intensity. "I want to stand at the wedding in the clothes my girl chose," he confessed, his voice softer now, laced with sincerity.

My cheeks burned with embarrassment as the bodyguards enthusiastically endorsed his decision. "Choose that," I mumbled, averting my gaze.

As the designer made final adjustments, Salvatore engaged in casual banter, his deep voice resonating like music in my ears. I found myself captivated by the depth of his tone, momentarily forgetting the weight of our circumstances.

In a swift gesture, Salvatore settled the bill, leaving behind a generous tip and a blank check. "Oh, how to thank..." the designer began, but I turned away, the sight of money souring my mood.

Everything seemed to revolve around money—a stark reminder of the tangled web we found ourselves in. But amidst the chaos, Salvatore's smile remained, a beacon of hope in the darkness that surrounded us.

"Welcome," the staff greeted us as we entered the room, adorned with jewelry lined up according to the brand design I had specified.

Seated on the couch beside my man, I found myself lost in his presence, admiring the way he held himself with effortless charm. As he flipped through a magazine, I couldn't help but marvel at his ravishing appearance.

But amidst the sparkle of diamonds and jewels, my mind drifted to a time when such extravagance was second nature to me—a wealth I had grown accustomed to before cutting ties with my family. My mother, a former Miss Italy, and my father, a man who believed power came from both money and might, had instilled in me a taste for the finest things in life.

In the past, I had taken pride in owning it all, from the most expensive apartment in Naples to a fleet of luxury cars that turned heads across Italy. But now, those material possessions seemed like relics of a bygone era.

Lost in my thoughts, I barely registered my man's inquiries about the jewelry before me. "This watch," he asked, holding it up for my inspection. "Yes," I replied absentmindedly, my mind still lingering on memories of the past. "Would this be good for necklaces and earrings?" he continued, his voice pulling me back to the present. "Yes," I answered mechanically, my attention elsewhere.

Amidst the opulence of the room, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at me—a reminder that no amount of material wealth could fill the void left by severed family ties.

As the room buzzed with excitement, my gaze met Salvatore's, and for a fleeting moment, I found solace in his steady presence amidst the chaos of my thoughts.

"All of this feels excessive to the current me who is living a normal life," I thought wearily, feeling drained by the opulence surrounding us.

As exhaustion weighed heavily upon me, I longed to retreat to the simplicity of my new existence. Closing my eyes, I rested my face in my palm, seeking solace from the overwhelming luxury that now seemed suffocating.

"Do you have a man?" Salvatore's voice cut through the air, snapping me out of my reverie. Without thinking, I replied with a casual "yes," unaware of the tension brewing beneath the surface.

But as his gaze bore into mine, I sensed a shift in his demeanor. His eyes hardened, his voice taking on a deeper, more intense tone. It was as if an invisible thread of tension stretched taut between us, crackling with an electric energy that set my senses on edge.

"I asked if there was anyone you were dating with," Salvatore clarified, his words laced with a hint of possessiveness that sent a shiver down my spine. Suddenly, the air around us seemed charged with an undeniable sexual tension, each word spoken thick with unspoken desire.

In that moment, I realized the depth of Salvatore's feelings, the intensity of his gaze penetrating the barriers I had erected around my heart. And as our eyes locked in a silent battle of wills, I couldn't help but wonder what lay beneath the surface of our tumultuous connection.

For Salvatore, it was a revelation—an unexpected twist in the intricate dance between two souls bound by fate. Despite his initial anger at my nonchalant response, beneath the surface, a fire burned—a primal urge to claim what he saw as rightfully his.

And for me, it was a wake-up call—a reminder that the past could never truly be escaped, that the ties that bound us to our former lives were not so easily severed. In Salvatore's gaze, I saw the reflection of my own desires, mirrored back at me with an intensity that left me breathless.

As we stood on the precipice of something unknown, I couldn't help but wonder what lay ahead for us—a journey fraught with uncertainty yet filled with the promise of passion and redemption. And as our paths converged once more, I knew that our destinies were intertwined in ways we could never have imagined.

A/N: What do you all think of Salvatore and Valentina ....anyone shipping them what will their ship name?
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