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The ring hit the marble floor with a cold, sharp clatter, rolling to a stop at Vincent's feet."Once, I wanted that ring more than anything," I said quietly. "But I don't want it anymore. And I don't want you either, Vincent. Please, don't come looking for me again."He stared at me, his eyes red-rimmed and glistening, the weight of my words finally crashing down on him. Something in his expression shifted—the desperate hope draining away, replaced by a hollow, aching acceptance.His voice came out raw, barely above a whisper."I'm sorry, Chiara."I stood there, looking at the man I had once loved with every piece of my heart, and felt nothing but a quiet, distant sadness.He dropped to his knees, his hand reaching for the ring, his face crumbling with the weight of everything he'd lost.But I didn't stay to watch.I turned and walked out of the room, closing the door softly behind me.Giovanni was waiting in the hallway, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets.He didn'
His Mafia Wedding Wasn't Mine Chapter 9
A wave of applause rippled through the crowd.Yet Vincent's face went white when he heard the announcement. He blinked once, as if the words hadn't quite registered.For a moment, he stood frozen in the crowd, the applause washing over him. Then something snapped.He pushed through the guests, his strides long and furious, and vaulted onto the stage before anyone could stop him. His gaze landed on me."I don't agree to this," he said, his voice loud enough to cut through the music. "Chiara is my fiancée. She belongs with me."The crowd fell silent. Dozens of eyes swivelled toward the stage—curious, scandalized, hungry for drama.I met Vincent's gaze with a face of stone, saying nothing.Giovanni stepped forward, placing himself between Vincent and me with quiet authority. He studied Vincent for a moment, then spoke, his tone calm but pointed."I think you're confused, sir." He let the pause hang. "I just spoke with you earlier, and you mentioned you were visiting from New York. Chiara
His Mafia Wedding Wasn't Mine Chapter 8
The birthday celebration was held at one of my family's vineyards. The place was alive with music and laughter.I found a quiet corner near the terrace, a glass of wine in hand, watching the crowd with a faint smile.It was strange—being back here, surrounded by familiar faces, after five years away.Suddenly, I spotted a familiar figure.Molly stood a few feet away, her jaw slack, her eyes wide with disbelief as she looked at me. She was dressed in an expensive gown, clearly trying to blend in with the high-profile guests.But her composure had shattered the moment she saw me. I could almost see her mind racing, trying to piece together how I could possibly be standing here.She marched toward me, her heels clicking furiously against the stone floor. "What are you doing here? This is the birthday party for the Ferrari family's daughter—you can't just sneak in like this."I raised an eyebrow, saying nothing.She crossed her arms, a smug smirk spreading across her face. "Oh, I see. You
His Mafia Wedding Wasn't Mine Chapter 7
I stepped out of the car and into the familiar embrace of my family's estate in Florence. For the first time in weeks, I felt something loosen in my chest.My father met me at the door. He stood there, older than I remembered, his eyes scanning my face with a mixture of relief and concern."Chiara." He took my hands in his, his grip firm but gentle. "You're finally home.""I'm home, Papa."He studied me for a long moment, then asked the question I knew was coming. "Are you really willing to marry the man I chose for you? You made that promise five years ago, but I never expected you to actually keep it."I met his gaze without flinching. "A promise is a promise. I said five years, and five years are up. I'm ready to honor my word."He was quiet for a long time. Then he sighed, his thumb brushing over my knuckles."You've changed a lot, sweetheart. You're not the same headstrong girl who stormed out of here. There's something in your eyes now—something tired." His voice softened. "It br
His Mafia Wedding Wasn't Mine Chapter 6
Shock and fury surged through Vincent. He kicked the door open without a second thought.Molly spun around, her face draining of all color. The phone slipped from her fingers and clattered to the floor.She stammered in panic, "Vincent, you-you're home…""Tell me I heard wrong," he said, his voice low and deadly. "Tell me you didn't just say you planned all of this."She opened her mouth, then closed it. Her eyes darted around the room like a trapped animal looking for an escape.She managed to say, "Vincent, it's not what you think—""Not what I think?" He stepped closer, and she flinched. "You lied to me. About the fight with your family. You sent Chiara that message and made sure she watched me marry you. How dare you set me up!"His voice cracked on the last word.Then he hissed, "I threw away the only woman who truly loved me—for you. For a lie."He stared at her, and the weight of his own stupidity crushed him from the inside."Tell me, did she really push you?" he asked, his voi
His Mafia Wedding Wasn't Mine Chapter 5
Vincent stood frozen, the word "Goodbye" burning in his hand like a brand. Then panic gripped him. He instantly yanked out his phone and dialed a number."Find her," he barked at his underboss. "I don't care how. Check airports, train stations, hotels—everywhere. I need to know where Chiara went. Now."He'd barely ended the call when Molly appeared beside him, her voice syrupy and deliberate."Chiara left because she didn't want to apologize to me," Molly said, resting a hand on his arm. "And now you're scrambling to chase after her? Vincent, don't you see? That's exactly what she wants. She's trying to make you feel guilty, to control you. If you go running after her now, she'll have you wrapped around her finger forever."Vincent hesitated. His jaw worked, torn between the knot of fear in his chest and the logic of her words."You're right," he said slowly. He lifted the phone back to his ear. "Forget it, Rickey. Stand down. Don't search for Chiara."He told himself it was the right
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