Till Death Do Us Part

Till Death Do Us Part Violet Paine Violet Paine Copyright Till Death Do Us Part Copyright © 2023 by Violet Paine All rights reserved. No parts of this book may be reproduced in any form or by electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without the prior written permission from the author, except for the brief quotations used in reviews or critical articles. This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Editing: Dee’s Notes Formatting: KB. Row Cover Design: Coffin Print Designs [email protected] Contents AUTHORS NOTE CONTENT WARNING DEDICATION PLAYLIST 1. CHAPTER ONE 2. CHAPTER TWO 3. CHAPTER THREE 4. CHAPTER FOUR 5. CHAPTER FIVE 6. CHAPTER SIX 7. CHAPTER SEVEN 8. CHAPTER EIGHT 9. CHAPTER NINE 10. CHAPTER TEN 11. CHAPTER ELEVEN 12. CHAPTER TWELVE 13. CHAPTER THIRTEEN 14. CHAPTER FOURTEEN 15. CHAPTER FIFTEEN 16. CHAPTER SIXTEEN 17. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN 18. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN 19. CHAPTER NINETEEN 20. LEONARDO AFTERWORD OTHER TITLES BY VIOLET STALK VIOLET ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS ABOUT THE AUTHOR AUTHORS NOTE Violet Paine is an English author and British-English spellings, words and phrases will be used throughout this story. CONTENT WARNING Till Death Do Us Part has dark and mature content that some readers may find uncomfortable and triggering. Explicit language, drug use, physical abuse and sexual activities are included in this book. For a breakdown of the full content warning list please use the QR code below. Qr code Description automatically generated People who have triggers should proceed with caution. This may not be your cup of tea, and that’s totally cool; just don’t drink it. DEDICATION To the readers who want to choke on a dick while being called a good girl . . . this one is for you! PLAYLIST The music that made this journey a bearable one for me … Speak Now – Taylor Swift This War Is Ours – Escape The Fate I Don’t Wanna Live Forever – ZAYN, Taylor Swift Just Pretend – Bad Omens Hold My Hand – Lady Gaga Unholy (feat. Kim Petras) – Sam Smith Favorite Crime – Olivia Rodrigo Going Under – Evanescence Run To You – Lea Michele You Are The Reason – Calum Scott, Leona Lewis Carry It Well – The Duet – Sam Fischer, Hana Effron El Tango De Roxanne – Aaron Tveit Don’t Blame Me – Taylor Swift Like A Prayer – Miley Cyrus Wildest Dreams – Taylor Swift How Do I Say Goodbye – Dean Lewis THE LONLIEST – Maneskin Praying – Kesha Judas – Lady Gaga Some of these songs fit with the words on these pages, some do not. This was just my musical journey as this story unfolded. CHAPTER ONE Thunder rumbles through the darkening sky, the boom deafening as it echoes across the city. They say rain on your wedding day is a sign of good luck, promising a lasting marriage. Can the same be said for a tumultuous storm? I can’t help but think of it as an unwelcome omen. Flashes of lightning zip through the clouds, coming and going in quick succession. From where I stand on the balcony, facing the gardens of the hotel, the tent for the evening reception is in my direct line of sight. Hotel workers rush in and out of the space overseen by the wedding planner. The vision comes to life slowly, though nothing like I would have chosen for myself had the choice been mine. Turning, my gown catches my attention from the wardrobe where it hangs. Laid at its feet are the most beautiful off-white lace and crepe satin Louboutin heels. They were a gift from my father. Only the best and most expensive for his little girl. For most women, their wedding day is a day of great celebration. A day they’ve been dreaming about their whole lives. The white dress. The handsome groom. The happily ever after. Unfortunately, that isn’t my story. My groom is a man I’ve only met twice. My dress was chosen for me by a handful of people whom don’t know the first thing about my taste and style. And the happily ever after? That’s something that only exists in fairy tales. Being wed to a man of the Mafia at only twenty-one is the furthest you could get from a fairy tale. I drop down into the seat at the vanity, waiting for my sisters to arrive to help me into my dress. The only thing I have left to do now. They wanted to be here with me while I was having my hair and make-up done this morning, but my father kept them busy with other tasks. I glance at myself in the mirror, letting out a heavy sigh at the girl staring back at me. My chestnut brown hair is twisted into a low bun with loose tendrils framing my face while my make-up has been brushed on to perfection. Gold and brown shadows coat my eyelids, accentuating the usually dull brown, and the layers of foundation, concealer, and bronzer hide all my blemishes. The girl in the mirror looks beautiful. Radiant even. But that girl isn’t me. The door behind me opens, loud voices spilling into the room as their footsteps follow. I force a smile while turning to face my sisters. The three of them stand before me, each with varying expressions on their faces. Rosa, the rebel child—as my father calls her—looks bored out of her mind, while Elisa looks excited and happy. It’s my eldest sister, Sofia, who sends my stomach soaring with butterflies when I get a glimpse of the sorrow reflecting at me through her blue irises. “Are you ready to get in your dress?” she asks, moving towards me with a wry smile on her face. It’s almost as fake as mine. Out of the three, she’s the only one who has verbalised any concern about this marriage. She tore my father to