My Fiancé Faked His Death, So I Married The Don

“Raphael’s dead.”The news made my head spin.My fiancé, Raphael Russo, the rising star of New York’s underworld, was killed in a brutal shootout three days before our wedding. The story was they couldn’t even find enough of him to piece together.As his fiancée, I stood at the front of the graveside, clutching his engagement ring so tight my knuckles turned white.“Cecilia, my condolences.” Raphael’s second-in-command, Leo, walked over and handed me a black umbrella. His face wore the perfect mask of grief. “You were the one the Don loved most. You have to live on for him.”I opened my mouth to offer some empty platitude, but a line of blood-red text exploded in front of my eyes.It wasn't a hallucination. The words floated above Leo’s head like a neon sign.【Give me a break. This guy’s a terrible actor. Raphael is in Colombia right now, sunbathing with his side piece.】I blinked hard. The text was still there, and now it was scrolling.【Wake up, girl! The coffin's empty! He faked his

I stepped out of the car and into the house Raphael had bought for us.The living room was a mess.Raphael’s mother, a crass and bitter woman, was sobbing on the couch.When she saw me, she flew at me like a woman possessed, her finger jabbing at my face.“You curse! You’re a black widow! It’s all your fault! You killed my son! Get out! I don’t want to see you!”Her finger was practically in my eye.Raphael had always said he was trying to build his empire to be worthy of me. Before I knew the truth, I actually felt guilty.Not anymore.【Here we go. The classic evil mother-in-law.】【This old bitch. Her son is off living it up, and she's here putting on a show.】【Get her, girl! Show her you don’t mess with a Rossi princess!】I didn’t flinch. I didn’t even change my expression.I just watched her until she ran out of breath.Then, I smiled and took a step forward.I leaned in close, my voice a whisper only she could hear.“Old woman, does Raphael know about your boy toy in Vegas? The one

The pop-up comments relayed every one of Raphael’s arrogant assumptions to me.【A man this stupid and this much of a scumbag is a dangerous combination. Does he seriously not get that she’s over him?】【Is this that ‘She’s-so-crazy-about-me’ syndrome I’ve heard about?】I couldn’t help but let out a snort of derision.Just then, an Instagram notification popped up.Chloe again.This time, it was a selfie from a bed. She had that post-sex glow, with fresh bruises on her skin. The man next to her was mostly out of frame, but I recognized the arm instantly.The caption: “While he was pounding into me, he told me I was the best he’s ever had. That his fiancée never made him feel like this.”A wave of nausea hit me.Comments flew across my vision:【This scumbag and this bitch deserve each other. They’re a perfect match in disgustingness.】【Did he ever stop to think how a woman with a terminal illness has the energy for rough sex?】【There is no illness! Chloe bribed a doctor to fake the record

Tonight was my birthday party, and it was the show all of New York high society was waiting for.Everyone expected me to show up in a black mourning dress, hiding in a corner and crying over my “tragically deceased” fiancé.I didn’t.I wore a show-stopping, deep-V velvet red dress that highlighted every curve.I moved through the crowd with a glass of champagne, my smile perfectly polite.Then Leo walked in, holding a ridiculously large bouquet of red roses.He wore a look of deep sorrow. “Happy birthday, Ms. Cecilia. The Boss ordered these for you before… he passed. He would have wanted to give them to you himself…”A few of the more sentimental women in the room actually started dabbing their eyes with handkerchiefs.“How romantic,” someone whispered. “A love that transcends death…”The comments called bullshit:【I'm gonna be sick! He literally just remembered last night. That bouquet probably costs half as much as the necklace he bought for Chloe.】【Don't take them! Girl, don't you

Marcello and I held our engagement party soon after, and the wedding date was set.Everything was going smoothly.Until Leo and Nico showed up.Leo’s face was a mask of fury. “The Boss has been ‘dead’ for less than a month! And you’re already selling yourself to the Falcones? How do you think that makes him feel?”Nico chimed in. “Yeah, maybe… maybe the Boss isn’t really dead. What if he comes back…”I covered my mouth, feigning shock. “What are you implying? That Raphael’s death was a lie?”Nico panicked for a second, but before he could say another word—CRACK.A sickening snap of bone filled the air.“AGHH!” Nico screamed like a pig being slaughtered, collapsing to the ground, his leg bent at an unnatural angle.Marcello had appeared behind me. He holstered his pistol, his voice ice cold. “It seems the Russo family not only sucks at business, but they also have no manners. Disrespecting my fiancée? Who gave you the balls?”A bodyguard threw Nico aside like a piece of trash.Marcello