When her fiancé bets her away at their own wedding, a bride turns the humiliation into a weapon by marrying his most dangerous rival instead. Now bound to a powerful mafia figure, she must navigate a world of loyalty, betrayal, and revenge while her spurned ex plots to reclaim what he lost.
One week before our wedding, my fiancé mafia heir, Luca Moretti, changed the venue behind my Worse, he'd even made a bet on how long it would take me to notice. I didn't find out until my best friend Bianca called. Bianca, what's wrong?
Elena, don't tell me you still think the wedding's in Ireland? I froze. Isn't it? LUCA, I WON! I knew Elena still wouldn't have figured it out.
Don't forget the prize you promised me. Luca gave a low chuckle as he took the phone. Babe, you just cost me another bet. The wedding was moved to Iceland ages ago.
You'd better rebook your flight. You don't want to miss your own wedding, do you? In that instant, my blood ran cold and a dull ringing filled my ears. I couldn't make out what he was saying anymore, only their laughter drifting
and the fact that I was the punchline. After I hung up, I didn't rebook my flight. Instead, I scrolled back to a message I'd received a long time ago, and replied, In one week, Marklean Castle Chapel, Ireland. Care to come?
You're inviting me as a guest? I might not be free. No, I need a groom.