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A Forbidden Affection

In the opulent heart of shadowbrook a city where shadows dance with secrets. Cassandra vitale stands resolute. Orphaned at the age of 20, she poured her heart into building a haven for the lost — a string of orphanages that shimmered like beacons of hope in the city’s. But fate a cruel jester, dealt a devastating blow. Her beloved father’s passing left a gaping hole in her life and a chilling truth waiting to be unearthed. Her mother died of cancer when she was ten years old. She came back from her aunt’s place and got the information and also never saw her mother’s body. Two months after the passing away of her father came Anthony Caruso one of the city’s notorious mafia don. A man as ruthless as he was powerful, his name whispered round about with a mix of fear and reverence. His world, a brutal ballet of violence and shadows that stood in contrast to Cassandra’s relentless pursuit of good. Yet Anthony arrives at her doorstep with a proposition as cold as steel, Cassandra’s world is thrown in disarray. Bound by a secret pact her father made with the Don, a pact she knew nothing about, Cassandra is forced to make a heart wrenching Decision. Submit to Anthony’s demand and become his unwilling bride or watch her life’s work — the orphanages that sheltered countless lost soul — crumble to dust.

Ava_Pen · Adolescente
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69 Chs

A THIN LINE BETWEEN HAPPINESS AND THE ORPHANAGE HOME

Cassandra Vitale

I was seated in the living room all day, my gaze fixed on the signed contract by my father, giving me out for marriage. If I do not sign the contract, then I lose the orphanage home. I've come too far now to lose the orphanage home and start all over again. The children are happy and safe, nothing gives me more joy and peace knowing that they're happy.

I took up the pen that was on the table, my hands quivered as I signed the contract, accepting the marriage proposal. Tears welled up in my eyes, I was doing this because I dared to dream and I was going to protect that dream at all cost. I sent the contract back via the mailman, I couldn't afford to go and give it to him myself, I'm too heartbroken to approach him myself. Never in a million years did I imagine that I'll marry in such a way, by contract. Neither did I imagine that I would get married to a Mafia, when deep down all I ever had for them was deep hatred.