Chapter 40

SIENNA

We were getting married in a church.

Not some grand cathedral with stained glass and choirs belting hallelujahs—just a small chapel tucked away on a quiet Roman street. White-washed walls. Ivy creeping across the stone like whispered secrets. The kind of silence that made it feel like even the universe was holding its breath.

The tyrant—my now-husband—had already arranged the marriage li