Too Curvy for the Kingpin — The Red Wedding Bride

I'd been notorious since I was a little girl. My father couldn't control me, and my stepmother didn't dare cross me. Anyone who messed with me paid the price. 28, no man in this city would marry me.

So my family sold me off to a widowed mafia dude. I walked into the Salvatore Passion ready to rule with an iron fist. But then, a little girl tugged at my dress. Are you my mommy?

Do I really have a mommy now? In that moment, I was eight again, staring at my brand new stepmother the day after my real mom Something snapped in me. I swore right there I'll be the mom I never had, even if I have to burn this whole damn house to the Oh, Sloane, sweetheart, today you're a Salvatore. I'm going to miss you so damn

Really? If you'll miss me that much? How about I just don't get married? What? If I hate married life, I can always move back. Keep my room ready, just the way it Move back? Oh, hell no! God bless me, Nessie, darling! Hurry up and tie the

She shoved me toward the church doors. My dress was blood-red. My choice. If I was marrying a ghost, I might as well look the part. Because there was no groom at the altar.