Divorced and Rekindled (Once Divorced, Twice Loved)

As I entered the room, a chilling statement pierced through the air, "This isn't just any party; this is your wedding." The words struck me like a ton of bricks, my heart pounding against my ribs. My stepbrother's voice, usually warm, now held a chilling detachment. "To Angelo Rizzo," he said, his eyes offering no hint of jest. I couldn't believe my ears. "Are you serious?" I asked, searching for a glimmer of hope in his expression. But his face was stone-cold, confirming the gravity of the situation. "You're the collateral for my debt to the Cosa Nostra," he revealed, each word a dagger twisting in my soul. In that moment, reality dawned upon me. I had stumbled into a nightmare, bound by a marriage契约 with the notorious Angelo Rizzo. The shock settled in, as I realized there was no turning back, no escape from the life I had been thrust into. Three hours later, my world felt like it had been flipped upside down. Every attempt at fleeing or hiding was futile. All I could cling to was the desperate hope of survival in a marriage surrounded by darkness and power, to the infamous Angelo Rizzo.