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.
They had treated my boundaries like a joke again and again, yet neither of them had ever once apologized. I ignored him, walked into the bedroom, and dragged out a suitcase. Luca followed me in, his brow drawing tighter and tighter. What is this supposed to mean?
I didn't turn around. It means the Iceland wedding is yours. Both of you. We're done. I heard his breath catch, but before he could say anything, Bianca hurried in after Elena, don't threaten to break up every time you're angry.
is that how you solve problem fine I'll give the ring back happy don't bother she started to pull it off but Luca closed his hand over hers the brief panic in his eyes vanished quickly he's been together ten years the wedding is in a week you're really gonna throw ten years away over a joke there won't be a
wedding I met his gaze my voice cold Luca I've replaced the groom you and I fire over. Then I'll come and pick you up. What are you talking about? Luca scoffed. Stop it, Elena. This childish little act isn't funny. Besides, your mother has been waiting for this wedding for so long. How exactly do you plan to explain this to her? His words landed exactly
where he knew I was weakest. I had been raised by my mother alone. She had never been in strong health. Her greatest wish wasn't to see me marry into a powerful family. It was to see, with her own eyes, that I had found someone who would truly cherish me.