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.
Then I wrote another name in its place. Dante Valenti. The current Don of the Valenti family. family. Fine. This time, I'd make one of my own. How long would it take them to realize I'd replace the groom? The moment I finished writing, the front door swung open. What are you working on? Luca slipped his arms around me from behind, resting his chin in the hollow of my shoulder,
affectionate, like always. I held up the binder and used the motion to slip free of his embrace. The groom's name was wrong. I fixed it. How does someone even get the groom's name wrong? He blinked and had just reached out to take the binder when the phone on the coffee table buzzed. His hand shifted mid-air and picked up the phone instead.
It was a voice message from Bianca. A bet's a bet. Don't try to wheeze her out of it. I know, I know. When his eyes returned to me, there was a delicate red jewelry box in his hand.
For you. Inside was a bracelet I'd had on my wish list for nearly a year. Every time I passed the counter, I'd linger over it, but I could never bring myself to spend that much on myself.
So, he'd noticed after all. Thank you. The words had barely left my lips when he took my left hand and slid the engagement ring from my finger.
the base of my finger suddenly felt bare when i didn't respond since you love this bracelet so much i'm borrowing the ring for a few days he smiled and pressed a kiss to the back of my bianca won the venue bet her prize is this ring don't worry it's just for a few days she'll it before the wedding the living room light fell across his face for a hazy moment i thought of
the night four years ago when he'd proposed to me he had pointed to the inscription on the inside of