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After they dragged Jax out, the ballroom was dead silent for a full ten seconds.His desperate cries faded behind the heavy doors.You could have heard a pin drop.I thought the whole drama would have embarrassed Alessandro.But he wasn’t angry at all. In fact, he pulled me closer.He led me to my parents, his composure perfect. He poured two glasses of champagne and, with flawless etiquette, toasted them.His Italian was fluent, his humor disarming. In just a few sentences, he not only calmed my parents down but had them laughing.The party’s mood shifted, becoming warm and romantic again.My mother stood up, her eyes still a little red, and pointed at Alessandro. “This one! If you had told me you were the real son-in-law from the start, you would have saved my old heart a lot of stress!”My father clapped him on the shoulder, hard enough to show how thrilled he was. “Young man, you treat my daughter right. Or I'll come after you myself.”For the first time, Alessandro looked a little
He Bet on My Heartbreak, I Married the Mafia Don Chapter 9
Jax hit the carpet hard. He was still shaking, but he forced himself up, crawling on his knees back toward me.He reached my feet and wrapped his arms around my legs, holding on for dear life.“Clara, don’t go. Please, just listen to me,” he begged, looking up. His face was a swollen, red mess.I tried to pull my leg away, but he held on tighter.“In college,” he choked out, his voice breaking, “I never liked Chloe. I swear to God. Not for a single day.”The whole room was silent. Even Chloe was frozen, staring in disbelief.“Then why—” I started.“BECAUSE YOU WERE TOO PERFECT!” he screamed, a dam of repressed feelings bursting wide open. “You were good at everything. You were amazing. I wasn’t good enough for you. I was scared you’d realize what a loser I was and leave me!”“So I found Chloe on purpose,” he sobbed, his voice trembling like a leaf. “I wanted to see if you’d still love me. I made bets with my friends… bets on whether you’d get jealous, on whether you’d wait for me forev
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The moment we reached the hotel entrance, two rows of men in black suits bowed in perfect unison.“Welcome back, Mr. Vitale.”The hotel manager rushed forward, a line of staff with party poppers behind him. He was beaming.“Happy birthday, and congratulations on your wedding!”POP!The poppers went off, showering the ground in gold confetti.I stood frozen. Before I could process it, two waiters pulled open the grand doors to the ballroom.A spotlight hit me, square in the face.The room was filled with guests. And in the front row, my parents were smiling at me.My mother was wearing the silk dress I’d bought her, her eyes a little misty. My father’s hand was on her shoulder. They were looking at me with a pride I’d never seen before.Behind them, a massive LED screen displayed two names on a loop.Clara Bennett & Alessandro Vitale.Jax stopped dead in his tracks.“What… what is…” he stammered.My mother looked over at him, her eyes cold. Her voice dripped with scorn.“Isn’t that Jax?
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The bulletproof Rolls-Royce glided to a stop at the end of the red carpet.Outside, Jax, Chloe, and their whole crew were waiting by the hotel entrance. They stood with their arms crossed, smirks on their faces. Waiting for the show to end.Chloe saw me through the window and slowly shook her head. A look of pity and disappointment. As if to say, Why are you dragging this out?I stared at her face. My palms were sweating. My legs felt like lead. I couldn’t move.“What is it?” Alessandro noticed my hesitation.“I…” I opened my mouth, but I couldn’t explain.He didn’t wait for an answer. He just pulled me into his arms.The warmth of his chest seeped through his shirt. His chin rested on the top of my head, his voice a low rumble against my ear.“From now on, your world belongs to me.”The words sent a jolt down my spine.I closed my eyes, and the memory of my 20th birthday flooded back.Jax had thrown a huge party. All our friends were there, chanting for him to give me my present.He p
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My palms were sweating as I walked back down with the certificate.Alessandro was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. When he saw me, he pulled off his black leather gloves with a deliberate, formal motion.He reached up, his warm palm cupping the back of my neck. The touch was so light, but it made me freeze.“Your veil is crooked,” he said softly. His fingers gently straightened the edge of the tulle. Then he took a wipe from his pocket, bent down, and cleaned the coffee stain from the hem of my dress. “I’m sorry you had to stand in this for so long.”His voice was deep, laced with an apology I’d never heard from anyone before.“I should be thanking you,” I whispered, my throat tight.He looked up at me, then held out his hand. “Come on, my wife.”I stared at his hand for a second before placing mine in it.His fingers tightened around mine. He leaned in close, his voice a low whisper in my ear. “Say my name.”My face burned. I turned away, mumbling a soft “Alessandro.”“Can’t hear
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The clerk’s stamp came down hard on the marriage certificate.“Congratulations,” she said, pushing it toward me.I stared at the paper. Two names, side by side.Clara Bennett. Alessandro Vitale.The photographer moved in close. “Okay, newlyweds, a little closer. Give me a smile.”Alessandro’s hand rested on my waist. Very light.The shutter clicked. My mind was still empty. It felt like someone had scooped me out, leaving an empty shell to pose for pictures.“I need the restroom,” I said quietly.He nodded, no questions asked. “I’ll wait here.”Clutching the certificate, I practically fled to the second floor.At the end of the hall, there was a large window overlooking the main lobby.I leaned against it, catching my breath. Then I heard a familiar voice from below.It was Jax.He had a cigarette dangling from his lips, surrounded by his friends. “I’m telling you, the guy’s an actor,” he said, blowing out a cloud of smoke. He sounded so sure of himself. “Clara hired him. She’s just pu
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