I stand in front of the floor-length mirror in my empty room, my reflection a ghost in a designer nightgown I didn't choose. My hair is longer now — dark waves down my back, the same obsidian black as the night he first rejected me. My eyes are hollow. Once, they were warm. Once, I thought love could soften a cruel man.
Alessandro steps inside.
Not when the priest asked if he accepted me. Not when his gold signet ring pressed cold against my knuckle. Not even when his men cheered, glasses of whiskey raised to la nuova sposa — the new bride. La Esposa Rechazada del Cruel Mafioso - Adri Lu...
Tonight, I'm done counting.
He leans in. His lips hover a breath from mine. I stand in front of the floor-length mirror
A knock on my door makes me flinch. It opens before I answer.
"What kind of problem?" I ask.
It looks like you’re asking me to develop a story piece based on the title by Adri Lu — which strongly resembles the popular dark romance/mafia trope found on platforms like Wattpad.