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FRANCESCA's POV The conversation with my uncle weighed heavily on me as I finished the preparation for the wedding but it needed to be said. The betrayal we had suffered from him was one I would never had expected and I knew if the situation had been reversed, my father would have fought for him. Not even Laura trying to cheer me up or Mara’s grunting helped improve my mood as I was ushered out of the room to be led to the altar. I had no plans to run away but I could see that Dante was taking no chance with the guards he had posted to the door and the ones following at a respectable distance behind us. He did not trust me enough and that was even for the better because I would not hesitate to kill him when I had the chance. He was going to pay for the death of my father and my broth