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.
If this portrait is displayed at the entrance to a Morelli wedding, everyone will assume Ms. Bellini is the woman meant to stand beside the Don. on. You really should speak with Mr. Morelli as soon as possible. Every sentence felt like an open-handed slap across my face. I stared at their intertwined fingers in the photo and said softly,
Don't change it. Use that portrait. Do everything exactly as Luca planned. But Miss it's fine. If they wanted to be the stars of that wedding, they could have it. I was stepping out of the picture. Emily hesitated for a few seconds, then said nothing more. I hung up and pulled the original planning binder for the Ireland wedding down from the bookshelf. I had spent
putting it together. From the choice of the castle chapel, to the white roses and lilies of the valley on every table, to the string quartet's repertoire, every detail was in my handwritten notes. A month ago, when I'd gone over the plan with Luca for the time, he'd laughed and pinched my cheek.
What, afraid I'll make another bet with Bianca about the wedding? Relax. A wedding is important. I'd never actually let you be humiliated. I believed him, and with my project entering its final stretch at work, I'd let the matter drop. I never imagined that every humiliation I would suffer had been handed to me by him.
I picked up a pen and slowly crossed out Luca Moretti on the cover of the binder. Then I wrote another name in its place. Dante Valenti. The current Don of the Valenti family.