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The First Strike
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BETRAYED BY MY FIANCÉ, I MARRIED THE BIG BOSS Packaged war
Gianna's POV The phone felt like an animal in my hand — skittering, frantic. My thumbs moved on their own, opening notifications, reading each new barbed headline as if each one would contain a different story, a different truth. But the story was the same: scandal, seduction, salesmanship. Me dressed like a trophy. Me selling myself to a billionaire.The image that accompanied every tabloid post was grainy, taken from some camera in the crowd: Dante’s hand at the small of my back, my smile half-turned toward a flash. The caption treated it like evidence. The city had a new narrative, and it was hungry.Dante didn’t look at his phone for a long time. He moved through the penthouse with the kind of calm that makes people either admire him or resent him. I wanted to punch a wall. I wanted to scream. Instead, I watched him as if I were an outsider peeking at an animal I used to fear and now wanted to understand.He set his cup down and came to stand where I could see him properly. “You
BETRAYED BY MY FIANCÉ, I MARRIED THE BIG BOSS The First Strike
Gianna’s POVThe next morning, sunlight flooded the Russo penthouse, too bright, too loud. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, half-expecting to wake up back in my old apartment—half-expecting it to have all been a fever dream. The courthouse. The marriage. Dante’s cold, unreadable eyes.But when I turned, the black card sat on the bedside table. Reality, staring me in the face.I’d slept barely three hours. My mind had been replaying everything—his voice, his words, the challenge in them. Russo’s aren’t victims.A knock sounded at the door. Before I could answer, it opened.“Mrs. Russo?” A woman in her late thirties stepped in, wearing a sleek black suit and a disarming smile. “I’m Clara. Mr. Russo’s personal stylist. He said to tell you, and I quote, ‘it’s time she looked like one of us.’”I blinked. “Excuse me?”She gestured, and two more people wheeled in racks of designer clothes and cases of makeup. “The chairman and I agreed that your first appearance as Mrs. Russo can’t go un
BETRAYED BY MY FIANCÉ, I MARRIED THE BIG BOSS New life
"Are you not tired?" Dante asked, holding my jaws in his palms."Tired of what?" I replied,t eyes downward unable to meet his glare."Tired of being the victim, he cheated on you for three good years, dearest wife," He dragged, and I felt a shiver run down my spine at the word wife."I-I...""You're a Russo now, and Russo's aren't the victims, they're the prey, flip the tables on them, fo anything you want as long as you're my dutiful wife and not do anything to bein shame to my name, I'll be your husband, in every aspect you need, even if you need to kill someone in the long run," He said and I blinked, my body shuddering at the world kill."I don't want to kill him, I just want him to go through the pain of my wasted years and careers, him cheating on me, I want to ruin his mistress, ruin his company and make him regret ever doing everything he did to me," I said resolutely, earning a smile from Russo."Now that's a Russo, get to bed, I'll assign an assistant to you tomorrow," he sa
BETRAYED BY MY FIANCÉ, I MARRIED THE BIG BOSS Chapter 5 Revenge on a platter
Gianna I had no idea what was going on in the outside world until I pulled my phone out from the room Dante had put me inside yesternight.Almost a thousand notifications buzzed on my phone."Whore... bitch, shameless..." They all read."I've always known she was a slut, good that he cancelled the wedding and Is finally getting married to someone who's good, no wonder she's nothing now," the insults dragged on.Beneath the post was his wedding invitation paper of Luca and Sophia.For a second, I couldn’t breathe. My fingers tightened on the phone until my knuckles whitened, and I thought the glass might crack. My chest squeezed like someone had dropped a stone inside me.Not because I loved him—God, no. Love had died months before the engagement ring ever touched my finger. What burned me alive was the humiliation. The audacity. He hadn’t just replaced me, he’d paraded it—fed me to the wolves of the internet, knowing they’d devour me whole.I scrolled lower, my thumb trembling, despe
BETRAYED BY MY FIANCÉ, I MARRIED THE BIG BOSS Dreams Come true
Dante “White dress, a bouquet, and the woman of my fuckin’ dreams,” I muttered under my breath, my eyes locked on her from the moment I stepped out of the car.She stood there like a statue, pale, fragile—or maybe just playing the part. But I knew better. I’d seen that fire in her eyes long before she ever walked into a runway, long before she became Luca Vitale’s little trophy.“You know her, sir. She’s Gianna, the model you wanted to sign as the company’s face three years ago,” Marcus said quietly, following my gaze, noticing the intensity in my stare.“I know,” I muttered, clenching my jaw. “Too bad she’s already getting married.”I flipped through my phone, waiting for one of the women I was supposed to meet, a bride my grandfather demanded, to show up. But something about her made me pause. The way she held herself, the way her shoulders trembled ever so slightly despite the mask she wore—it was… fascinating.Then, she looked up. Her hazel eyes met mine for a fleeting second, an
BETRAYED BY MY FIANCÉ, I MARRIED THE BIG BOSS Press Release
Gianna That evening the estate held a reception—an arrangement more for appearance than celebration. The press circled like vultures, darting questions I didn’t answer. Dante intercepted some, his baritone voice firm and smooth. When one reporter asked, bluntly, “Is this a merger of convenience?” Dante’s jaw hardened. “It’s a union,” he said. “And unions are private.” His words came like a shield, and suddenly the pressing, hungry crowd fell back.My chest was throbbing with the thought of one question, and just one thing I dreaded them asking."Mrs Russo, weren't you just engaged to Luca Vitale, the owner of a modeling agency?"The words sliced through the noise like glass shattering on marble. My stomach sank, and for a second, I forgot how to breathe. Cameras flashed in my face, dozens of them, capturing every twitch of my expression.Dante didn’t flinch. He shifted slightly, his arm brushing mine—not affection, but possession. His presence loomed, commanding silence without even
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