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.
I'll be there. they loved making bets didn't they fine this time i'll make one of my own how long will it take them to realize i replaced the groom this wasn't the first time they'd turned my life into a bet the moment i closed the chat window
the wedding planner sent me a photograph it was the large portrait meant to be displayed at the entrance to the ceremony bianca stood in a lavish vintage gown her fingers laced through lucas both both of them smiling into each other's eyes. Around her wrist glimmered the emerald bracelet
the Moretti family had passed down for three generations, the one reserved for the woman who stood beside the dawn. Meanwhile, I was crouched beside her in a plain knit sweater and slacks,
arranging the hem of her dress. I looked more like a temp assistant than the bride. Then the phone rang. Emily, the wedding planner, sounded deeply apologetic.
Miss Carter, I'm so sorry. Mr. Morelli asked us to keep the venue change confidential. He told us to notify every guest separately and rearrange their flights and hotel revations.
Only your travel plans were left untouched. He said it was part of a wager. I understand. Just now, Mr. Morelli asked us to replace the original portrait of the two of you with this
He said he and Ms. Bellini made another bet about how long it would take you to notice. Emily paused, her voice dropping lower. If this portrait is displayed at the entrance to a Morelli wedding,