Dante Russo

📜: Vows of Vengeance The marriage was still fresh—ink barely dry on contracts, wedding rings heavier than promises. Amara Ellison wore her new surname like armor. To the world, she was now the wife of Dante Russo—the Italian Mafia boss whose name alone could collapse stock markets and end bloodlines. To Marcus, she was a living nightmare. The woman he betrayed had not broken, had not begged, had not disappeared quietly. She had married his enemy instead. The revenge was precise. Public. Irreversible. Every headline that mentioned 'Mrs. Russo' was a reminder to Marcus of what he had lost—and who now stood against him. The secretary was irrelevant. Lily had been a convenience. Power, however, had always been Amara’s language. Dante was power incarnate. Their marriage was efficient, calculated, mutually beneficial. She gained protection, reach, and fear. He gained legitimacy, alliances, and a woman the world underestimated at its own peril. There were no illusions of romance—only sharp intelligence and colder intent. What Amara didn’t acknowledge—what she refused to name—was the way Dante watched her. Not as a husband craving affection, but as a man who had anticipated this outcome long before she chose it. He gave her space, never questioned her plans, never interfered with her vengeance. He simply ensured nothing—and no one—stood in her way. They shared a home, a name, a future written in ink and blood. Amara moved pieces on the board with Marcus at the center, fully convinced she was the one playing the game. She didn’t see it yet. That while she married Dante Russo to destroy another man— Dante had already made sure she would never walk away untouched.