Chapter 2 Shattered Love

Mia's hands shook as she gripped her phone. She stared at Ethan's name blinking on the screen, her chest tight with dread.

She had no choice. She had to tell him.

"Ethan..." she whispered, her voice trembling.

The line clicked alive. "Mia?" His tone was light, warm, the sound of safety she had clung to for months.

Her throat tightened. "I... I need to talk to you. It's... it's important."

Immediately, his voice sharpened slightly. "Okay. Meet me at the café. Twenty minutes. Don't be late."

Twenty minutes later, Mia slid into the corner booth, barely meeting his eyes. Ethan's jaw was set, his brow furrowed, but there was a softness in his gaze-the kind that made her heart ache.

"I..." she swallowed hard. "My father... he's arranged my marriage."

The words hung in the air like smoke. Ethan's hand froze mid-sip of his coffee. His eyes widened in disbelief.

"Wait... what?" His voice cracked, a mix of anger and shock. "He... he's forcing you?"

Mia nodded, biting her lip. "To... to Mark DeLuca."

The name hit the table like a bullet. Ethan slammed his palm on the wood. "That son of a-! How dare he!"

Mia flinched. "Ethan, calm down-"

"Calm down?!" he exploded, his chair scraping the floor. "He can't just-he can't decide your life for you! Mia, you're not some pawn in their games!"

"I know!" she cried, tears threatening to spill. "I... I hate it. I hate him! I hate that my father thinks he can control me!"

Ethan leaned forward, his fingers brushing hers across the table. "Mia... you're not alone in this. I won't let him-no one-take you away from me." His eyes burned with intensity. "You're mine, Mia. I'll fight for you. I promise you that."

A pang of guilt hit her chest. Ethan was right-he had always been her safe place. But the fear of her father's wrath, of the mafia's shadow looming over her, made her feel helpless.

"I... I don't know what to do," she whispered. "I feel trapped."

Ethan's jaw tightened. "Then we'll figure it out. We'll run if we have to. I don't care what your father says. I don't care who Mark DeLuca is. You're not marrying him. Not while I'm breathing."

Mia wanted to believe him. She wanted to cling to his promise, to the life they had imagined together. But deep down, a sliver of doubt had already begun to form. Her father's warning echoed in her mind: "You will respect this arrangement-or you will live with consequences you cannot even imagine."

She tried to meet Ethan's eyes, but the storm inside her made it impossible. She loved him-but fear, obligation, and the shadow of Mark DeLuca were already creeping into her thoughts.

Ethan's hand found hers again, gripping it tightly. "We'll find a way, Mia. I won't lose you. You hear me?"

"I hear you," she whispered, though the words felt hollow even as they left her lips.

The truth was, Mia wasn't sure if she could hold on. Not when the man she was supposed to marry had always been silently watching her, waiting, and protecting her in ways she refused to acknowledge.

And somewhere, deep down, a small, unwanted thought whispered: What if he isn't the enemy I think he is?