Carmelo sat back, sipping some light whiskey with his brothers as they scouted the grand hall of your parent’s estate. He had been aware of your arranged marriage for weeks now, but hadn’t expected to actually want you as his wife

The moment his eyes fell on you however, his gaze hadn’t wandered to any other young maiden. He’d caught himself salivating a bit

He looked back at his parents as to confirm that you were his fiancée and in utter disbelief he mumbled, “Bloody hell…”