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"She gets my name, not me." Damian said it as he leaned across the diner booth, watching me hold my coffee mug. I had just finished a twelve-hour shift at the hospital. My feet hurt, my scrubs were wrinkled, and he had been waiting in his car outside the employee exit at two in the morning. He drove me to a diner so I could eat. He ordered pancakes for me before I even sat down. Damian De Luca is twenty-seven years old. He runs the De Luca crime family in New York. People on the street are terrified of him, and I know he does violent things to keep control of the city. But when he is alone with me, he carries my heavy textbook backpack. He asks about my nursing exams. He teases me until I laugh, and he listens to me when I talk about my grandparents. For the past three months, he has been gentle and patient with me. The problem is Isabella Moretti. Her father runs an allied crime family. Their parents arranged their engagement when Damian and Isabella were children to prevent a war. Damian never hid her from me. On our first date, after he heard me sing at the club where I work, he told me he was engaged. He said he felt zero romantic love for Isabella. He said their relationship was purely business. He wears a heavy gold signet ring from her family on his right hand to prove the alliance. I told myself I could handle that, but I was lying to myself. Yesterday morning, I saw Isabella on the news. She was standing next to Damian at a charity gala, smiling and showing off a diamond ring. The reporter called them the city's golden couple. Seeing that made me sick. Damian looked polite and distant in the video, but he was still standing beside her in front of the whole world. Everyone thinks they are getting married in six months. Tonight in the diner, I told him I wanted to stop seeing him. I told him I refused to be a secret. That was when he said Isabella only gets his name. He said the marriage is just a contract to stop blood on the streets, but he wants to spend his real life with me. He said he cannot break the betrothal tomorrow without starting a war, but he promised he is working on a way out. Hearing that made me angry, but it also hurt because I love him. That is the humiliating part. I want to be with him. When he looks at me, I forget how tired I am. He makes me feel safe, even though his world is dangerous. But a man telling you that his future wife only gets a title is the oldest lie in the world. If Isabella gets the public wedding, the legal title, and his family name, what do I get? I get hidden visits in dark rooms. I told him I refused to hide. Damian did not get angry. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a brass key. "You won't be hiding, Rose," he said. "Move into my penthouse. Live there with me." Damian puts the brass penthouse key on the table beside my mug. His hand rests next to it, with the Moretti family signet ring still on his finger. You decide what happens next. #interactivestory #sagaland

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