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Chapter 22 The Maid's Daughter
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My Ex Called Me a Stand-In So I Married the Don Chapter 30 Not Today, I Promise
Three years later.The Heart Foundation's awards luncheon was held every spring in the grand ballroom of The Pierre. This year, the room was packed. Everyone wanted to see the woman behind Isacor.Dr. Elena Valenti stepped off the stage to a standing ovation, a glass award in one hand.Her daughter was waiting for her at the bottom of the steps with Teresa. Stella Valenti was two and a half, with her father's black hair and her mother's eyes, and she was wearing a party dress with tiny silver stars on the skirt."Mommy!" Stella threw her arms around Elena's legs. "You got a prize!""I did." Elena scooped her up. "Want to hold it?""Yes!"Elena handed her the award, carefully, and turned to look for Dante in the crowd.Instead, she found herself face to face with Julian Costa.She hadn't seen him in three years.He'd gotten thinner. There was gray at his temples, too early. The expensive suit hung on him a little loosely. The young Don who'd owned every room at the Miramar Club was gone
My Ex Called Me a Stand-In So I Married the Don Chapter 29 It Should Have Been Me
"Turn that off," Julian said.Danny reached for the remote and killed the TV in the corner of the office. It didn't help.The wedding was everywhere.Julian couldn't get away from it. It was on the gossip accounts, on the news, on the screen in the back of every Miami cab. The Rossi heiress and the Valenti Don. The cathedral. The stars on her veil.He hadn't been within a hundred feet of Elena since the night at her father's house.He'd tried. God, he'd tried.He'd flown back to New York twice. The first time, Vincent's men turned him away at the gate in Bedford before he'd even gotten out of the car. The second time, he'd waited outside Conti Biomedical for six hours, and every time he came within a block of the entrance, two men in dark suits appeared from nowhere and stood in his way. He'd sent letters. Flowers. A courier with a handwritten note. All of it came back unopened.He knew who was doing it. He wasn't stupid.On the morning of the wedding, he got on a plane to New York any
My Ex Called Me a Stand-In So I Married the Don Chapter 28 One More Time
"Stop fidgeting," Harper said, pinning the last corner of the veil into place. "You look perfect. You look so perfect I want to cry.""Don't cry. You'll make me cry.""Too late!"The wedding had come fast.On a Saturday at the end of June, St. Patrick's Cathedral was full to the doors. Every family in New York had sent someone. Half of them had sent everyone.Elena walked down the aisle in ivory silk and lace on her father's arm.Her veil was sewn all over with tiny silver stars.When she was eight, sitting blind on a bench at St. Clare's, she had told a boy she couldn't see exactly what her wedding was going to look like someday. White peonies. A veil with stars on it, because her mother called her Stellina. A lemon cake, because lemon was the only thing that tasted good anymore.She'd forgotten she ever said it.He hadn't.The cathedral was full of white peonies. The cake at The Plaza that night was six tiers of lemon.And on the head table, under a new glass dome, stood a porcelain
My Ex Called Me a Stand-In So I Married the Don Chapter 27 Be Good for Me
"Oh my God," Elena said. "Dante. What is all this?"Every wall was covered in her.Photographs, dozens of them, in plain black frames. Elena at her white coat ceremony, the first week of medical school, squinting into the sun. Elena in a cap and gown on the steps at Columbia. Elena in navy scrubs outside the main entrance at Biscayne Memorial, holding a coffee, not looking at the camera. Elena laughing at something on the hospital roof deck. She didn't remember anybody taking that one."When was this taken?" she asked without turning around."Your second year in Miami," Dante said from the doorway. "Fourth of July. You were watching the fireworks off the roof with the night nurses.""I don't remember anyone with a camera.""You weren't supposed to."On the wall by the window hung a framed copy of the first paper she'd ever published, her name third in the list of authors. Next to it, a newspaper clipping, yellowing at the edges. RESIDENT SAVES TEEN AFTER I-95 CRASH. She'd forgotten tha
My Ex Called Me a Stand-In So I Married the Don Chapter 26 Dessert First
Two of Vincent's men picked Julian up off the floor and walked him out the same way they'd walked Bianca.Bianca was waiting on the gravel by the valet stand, shivering in her cream dress. She grabbed his arm the moment the doors shut behind him."Julian, what do we do? What do we do?" Her words were tumbling over each other. "That was Vincent Rossi. That was Dante Valenti. Do you understand who we just... the marina deal is dead. It's dead! Your mother's going to kill me. What if they come after us? What if they come after your family?"Julian didn't answer her.He stood on the gravel with his hands at his sides and stared at the lit-up house."Julian! Are you even listening to me?"He wasn't.By midnight, the story was everywhere.Vincent had stood up at dinner and told the room that his daughter was taking over her late mother's company, Conti Biomedical. By breakfast, half of New York knew the name Elena Rossi. By lunch, the gossip accounts had found everything else.The Rossi heir
My Ex Called Me a Stand-In So I Married the Don Chapter 25 I'm the One Ending It
Vincent Rossi turned to face the room."For those of you who haven't met her," he said, and his voice carried to every corner, "this is my daughter. Elena Rossi. My eldest. She's just come home after three years away, and this party is for her." He paused. "Anyone in this room who has a problem with that can leave now."Nobody moved.Vincent nodded to the two men by the door.They crossed the room, took Bianca by the arms, and walked her toward the front hall. She twisted and looked back over her shoulder, her mouth open, but they didn't slow down. The front doors opened and closed.The crowd began, very carefully, to breathe again.Julian stood in the middle of the floor. His eyes had gone red."Elena." His voice cracked. "Why? Three years! Why didn't you ever tell me who you were?"Elena looked at him from the arm of the sofa."Last Christmas," she said, "I asked you to come to New York with me. I wanted you to meet my father. I was going to tell you everything that week." Her voice
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