Chapter Two — The King Who Chose His Queen
Three days before the wedding, someone tried to kill Rosa.
The sniper’s bullet shattered the limousine window only seconds after Dante had pulled her onto his lap during an argument.
Glass exploded.
His men drew weapons.
But Dante only held Rosa tighter.
“Are you hurt?” he demanded.
Rosa stared at him in shock.
“You saved me.”
His eyes darkened.
“Anyone who touches you dies.”
For the first time since their engagement, she saw genuine fear in him.
Not fear for himself.
Fear for her.
That night they discovered the truth.
The attacks destroying both families had not come from outside.
They came from inside the Moretti organization.
Dante’s trusted uncle, Lorenzo, had faked his own death and secretly built an alliance with Rosa’s father.
Both men intended to destroy Dante after the wedding and seize everything.
Even worse—
Vittorio De Luca had never arranged the marriage to save his daughter.
He had arranged it to place Rosa close enough to betray Dante.
But Vittorio had made one mistake.
He forgot that Rosa had never belonged to him.
When Dante learned the truth, he expected betrayal.
Instead, Rosa placed a pistol on the table between them.
“My father gave me this order years ago,” she said quietly.
“He told me that one day I might need to kill you.”
Silence filled the room.
Dante looked at the weapon.
Then at her.
“And now?”
Rosa slid the gun toward him.
“Now I’m choosing my own family.”
Something changed inside him forever.
Not because she obeyed him.
Because she chose him.
Together, they built a trap.
On the night of the wedding, hundreds of guests gathered inside the cathedral expecting a marriage.
Instead, they witnessed an execution of secreTS.
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Screens descended from the ceiling.
Bank records.
Audio recordings.
Hidden accounTS.
Every betrayal exposed.
Lorenzo was arrested before he reached the doors.
Vittorio De Luca collapsed when he realized his own daughter had destroyed his empire.
As police led him away, Rosa quietly removed the De Luca ring from her finger.
“You taught me power,” she told her father.
“But Dante taught me loyalty.”
Hours later, after the guests had gone and the chaos had ended, Rosa stood alone inside the empty cathedral.
She thought the wedding was over.
Then Dante approached.
No guards.
No weapons.
Only a simple ring in his hand.
“This one isn’t for politics,” he said softly.
“This one is because I love you.”
Rosa’s eyes filled with tears.
“You believe in love now?”
Dante smiled.
“No.”
He touched her cheek gently.
“I believe in you.”
She laughed through her tears.
“The most feared man in Italy became romantic.”
“The most dangerous woman in Italy ruined me.”
“Poor king.”
“Not king.”
He slipped the ring onto her finger.
“Husband.”
Months later, newspapers called them the most powerful couple in Europe.
But inside the Moretti estate, none of that mattered.
Because every evening, staff members would secretly smile when they heard the same familiar sound echoing through the halls.
Rosa insulting her husband.
And Dante laughing.
Because everyone finally understood the truth.
Dante Moretti had not chosen a wife to complete his empire.
He had chosen the only woman strong enough to stand beside him and wear the crown with him.
