The Revenge of the Underboss’s Bride
She was meant to marry the heir of New York's largest crime family, but a brutal betrayal sent her straight to the feet of his terrifying uncle instead.
Sienna thought surviving at the bottom of the Moretti crime syndicate was her hardest challenge. When the Don arranged her marriage to Julian, the charismatic young prince of the family, she believed her days of suffering were over. But Julian secretly loved her half sister. To secure his power while keeping his secret love, Julian cast Sienna aside, rejected their agreement, and forced her to take her sister place in an arranged union with Don Vincent.
Vincent Moretti is the ruthless enforcer of the family. He is a cold monster feared by every cartel and mobster in the country. Everyone expected Vincent to destroy Sienna, treating her as nothing more than a political pawn in a forced marriage.
Instead, Vincent gave her power, protection, and a crown. When Julian realizes his mistake and tries to claim Sienna back, Vincent puts a gun to his neck and delivers a cold warning. She is his wife now, and anyone who reaches for her leaves in a body bag.
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Chapter: The Underboss Declares WarThe heels of my shoes scraped wildly against the polished floor as Julian dragged me toward the private staircase. "Let go of me!" I screamed, digging my fingers into his jacket sleeve, trying to break his grip. "Julian, let me go!" "Shut up, Sienna!" Julian snarled, his fingers pinching deep into the soft skin of my upper arm. "You are coming with me right now, and you are going to tell my father you lied about the docks!" Elena gasped behind us, backing up against the wall as a shadow detached itself from the high velvet drapes at the end of the hall. A thick hand locked around Julian's throat before he could take another step. Julian made a wet, choking noise as Vincent lifted him two inches off the floor by his windpipe, slamming his back against the marble archway. The impact echoed down the hall like a gunshot. Julian's hands flew up, clutching uselessly at Vincent's wrist, his legs kicking out against the baseboard. "I told you," Vincent said, his voice dropping int
Last Updated: 2026-09-01
Chapter: Crown of Black Diamonds I placed my palm flat over his bloody knuckles. His skin was warm and rough, but his grip closed around my fingers with absolute firm certainty. Three days later, the velvet ropes outside the Plaza Hotel opened for us like a gate to a kingdom. I stepped out of the back of the armored sedan into a wall of camera flashes and dark suits. The emerald silk gown Vincent had chosen for me swept the stone steps, heavy and smooth. Around my throat rested the Moretti family crest in platinum and black diamonds, a piece of ice that practically announced my elevated status to every family captain watching from the terrace. Vincent offered his arm. He wore a crisp charcoal tux, the scar on his jaw sharp and visible against his high collar. "Shoulders back, Sienna," he said quietly, his gaze sweeping the lobby like a hawk looking for a target. "Let them see the blood in your veins, not the glass in your shoes." "I am fine," I said, breathing through my nose. "Just don't let me trip over t
Last Updated: 2026-09-01
Chapter: Trial by fireSplinters of mahogany and jagged glass showered over us as heavy rounds tore through the desk. The roar of automatic gunfire was deafening, vibrating right through my ribs. Vincent shifted his weight, keeping his body pinned over mine like a shield. "Stay down!" he shouted over the noise, his voice cutting through the panic surging in my head. "Who is that?" I screamed, covering my ears as another volley blew the framed oil paintings off the wall. "Is that Julian?" "Doesn't matter who sent them!" Vincent snapped. He pulled his handgun off the floor where it had fallen, racked the slide with a clean, lethal click, and grabbed the back of my dress. "Move! Now!" He dragged me across the rug, staying low as glass rained down around us. He reached a heavy wood panel beside the fireplace, pressed his palm flat against a hidden seam, and a dark metal door slid open with a soft hiss. He shoved me inside the small, windowless room. The smell of cold cement and ozone hit my nose insta
Last Updated: 2026-08-18
Chapter: The Deal in BloodThe cold edge of the steel scraped lightly against my skin as Vincent tilted my chin up. My pulse rattled against the blade. I forced my jaw to lock, staring straight into his grey, unblinking eyes. With a swift flick of his wrist, he turned the blade away from my neck and sliced through the thick nylon zip-ties binding my wrists behind my back. The plastic snapped. My arms fell forward, numb and prickling with sudden heat. I rubbed my wrists, staring at the raw red rings left on my skin. "Why do that?" I asked, my voice raspy. "You like playing games?" Vincent slid the dagger back into his inner coat lining. "I don't play games, Sienna. Your hands were turning blue, and you can't sign a marriage certificate with dead fingers." "I am not signing anything with you," I said, backing away until the wood frame of the glass case dug into my shoulder blades. "I would rather rot in a cell." "You won't rot in a cell," Vincent said, turning his back on me to pick up his glass of wh
Last Updated: 2026-08-18
Chapter: The Executioner's StudyThe leather rear seat of the SUV smelled of stale cigarettes and gun oil. Two guards sat in front, shoulders rigid, eyes fixed on the rain-slicked highway winding into the Catskills. Neither spoke since we cleared the city limits. When the iron gates rolled back, revealing a gray stone mansion behind high brick walls and armed patrols, my stomach churned. The guards shoved me into a cold study. The oak doors clicked shut, the lock turning from outside. I stood shivering in my thin red satin dress. The fireplace was dark, filled with ash. Rain lashed against tall arched windows, casting shadows across the floorboards. A glass cabinet held leather-bound books and ancient pocket knives. I picked up a heavy bronze paperweight shaped like a bull. If Vincent Moretti was going to end my life, I refused to go down without giving him a scar to remember me by. The door handles rattled. I hid the bronze weight behind my back. Vincent stepped in wearing a dark dress shirt, top buttons u
Last Updated: 2026-08-18
Chapter: The Betrayal FeastI had spent years dreaming about the day Julian Moretti would put a ring on my finger. I never imagined another man would be waiting to take it off. "Stop picking at the silk," my cousin Gina whispered, shoving my elbow. Her breath smelled of espresso and stale garlic. "You pull one thread and Julian will think we bought this off a rack in Queens." "It fits," I said, keeping my voice low while breathing in shallow drafts. The satin pressed hard against my ribs. "That is all that matters." "What matters is that the Don is sitting downstairs right now," Gina muttered, smoothing the red fabric over my hips with rough, impatient palms. "He does not like waiting, Sienna. Neither does his son." I looked at my reflection in the dark windowpane. For twenty-two years, I had been the poor relation in the Rossi family, the daughter of an uncle who left behind nothing but gambling debts and a bad name. Moving through the halls of the Moretti compound felt like walking through a house made
Last Updated: 2026-08-18
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