Married to the Mafia's Lost Heir

City Hall was bustling with people, and it didn't take long for someone to recognize us."Isn't that Luca Rossi, the one the Rossi family just brought home? And that's Sienna Costello with him.""Who's the girl with the spare? Thought she could bag the future Don and grabbed the wrong one?""She's clinging to Matteo Rossi? The one they keep in the shadows? Pathetic."Their contempt sliced into me like knives. And the man who once charged into danger for me over a single insult—"ugly girl"—now acted deaf, gazing at Sienna with tender devotion while ignoring every word.A deep, icy chill settled deep in my bones."How about the tenth of next month?"The man who hadn't spoken a word since they handed us the marriage certificate finally broke his silence."Fine."Hearing the date he picked, my expression didn't change. I pulled out my phone and called the wedding planner I'd had on standby."The wedding date stays the same. Just change the groom's name to Matteo Rossi."Luca's f

"Luca, I told you Isabella was just throwing a tantrum. She could never really leave you."Luca's expression eased. He truly believed I was only bluffing out of pride.He stepped forward, reaching for my suitcase."You're forgiven as long as you know you were wrong. Go upstairs, put your things back, and don't—"I sidestepped, avoiding his hand."You're overthinking it. I only packed what belongs to me. I didn't take anything of yours. I'm not like you—I don't keep an ex's things."With that, I took Matteo by the hand and walked straight toward the door without once looking back.Behind me came Luca's enraged roar."Fine! Get out! And once you walk out, don't even think about coming back!"I drove away and asked Matteo for his address.He gave one—an ultra-luxury hotel in the city center.I blinked, surprised."My place isn't convenient to bring you to right now," Matteo explained.Hearing that, I quietly let out a breath.Truthfully, I don't fear hardship, but the though

He was dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, lean yet exuding an undeniable presence.The moment he appeared, Luca's and Sienna's faces drained of color."That's… Alfred Vance," Luca breathed, his voice shaking. "The Luciano family's Consigliere. Am I hallucinating?"The Luciano family.The name alone was a monument. They stood at the absolute pinnacle, a dynasty so powerful that the combined might of the Rossi and Costello families could only ever hope to scrape their shoes. One of the legendary Five Families.Instantly, Luca forced a brittle smile onto his face and rushed forward, his earlier arrogance replaced by frantic deference."Mr. Vance, it's an honor. Luca Rossi, of the Rossi family. Our recent dealings were most profitable. To what do we owe this… unexpected pleasure?"Sienna scurried after him, her voice dripping with honeyed poison. "Mr. Vance, I'm Sienna Costello. My father speaks of your wisdom often. If the Lucianos require anything, we are at your complete dispo

It was impossible to tell whether the car was simply too high‑end or the driver was just that skilled. Time slipped by unnoticed, and before I realized it, the car glided to a perfect stop. We had arrived.A wide driveway stretched ahead, flanked by woodlands vast enough to pass for a private forest. I looked forward and saw a massive castle rising before us.Alfred turned in his seat, his earlier severity replaced by a respectful warmth. "Miss, welcome to the Luciano estate. Don Luciano and his wife are most eager to receive you."Still dazed, I stepped out of the car and followed him inside.The moment I entered the grand hall, a stunning woman rushed over and pulled me into an embrace."You must be Isabella? You're even more lovely than I imagined. My grandson has put you through an ordeal. On behalf of our family, I offer our deepest apologies.""When our boy was cast out, at his absolute lowest, you saw him. You chose him. Not the heir, but the man. For that, the entire Luci

Luca had wasted away, his face hollow, hair disheveled, and once-crisp suit wrinkled and sagging. The arrogant Rossi heir had been erased.The moment his eyes landed on me, a desperate, manic light ignited in them. He shoved past a waiter, lurching forward. My bodyguard was a wall of muscle between us in an instant."Isabella!" His voice was a raw, broken scrape. "I was wrong! I see it now! Sienna… her games… I never meant for it to go that far! But it was always you! It's only ever been you!""We had five years! Five years! Come back. Please. I'll make it right. We can go back to how it was in the past." The plea was ugly, stripped of all pride."Past?" The word was a bitter laugh on my lips. "Which past, Luca? The one when you let your fiancée humiliate me at City Hall? The one when you let her redecorate our home after throwing my things in the trash? Or the one when you conspired with her to have my husband arrested on false charges?"I took a steadying breath, my voice cold a