Left humiliated at the altar by the man she trusted, a bride finds her life upended when a powerful mafia boss steps in and claims her as his own. Thrust into a dangerous underworld of loyalty and violence, she must navigate her new role at his side while guarding her wounded heart. The central tension lies between the ruthless world he commands and the unexpected pull growing between them.
The priest had called the groom's name three times, but he still didn't show up. I stood alone in front of the church, my white veil trailing to the floor, and only a few guests were sitting scattered below, staring at me with strange Just then, my phone vibrated under the bouquet.
My mother sent a video in the family group chat. I opened it. My groom Adrian was kneeling in the next banquet rom, putting my ring onto Livia Vente's finger. The moment the ring was on, he grabbed Livia by the back of her neck and kissed her hard.
They kissed so intensely that when they pulled apart, a string of saliva still connected their And around them, not only were my parents standing there smiling and clapping, but even my best friend, who had said she couldn't come as my bridesmaid because of something urgent, was there cheering and what she was wearing was clearly the bridesmaid dress I designed.
Seeing this, my hands began to tremble. In the group chat, my mother at me. Elena, Livia is your sister. She's always been fragile. Just let her have this one. I called her and demanded to know why they hid it from me.
If I told you you'd make a scene, what if your sister tries to slit her wrists again? You're the older sister. What's wrong with letting your sister have this? Besides, you can always have another wedding later.