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Chapter 10

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On the day of the wedding, the sun was shining.

I stood before the priest in a pure white gown. Beside me, Marcello was a towering figure in a black tuxedo.

“God, you two look ridiculously good together,” Sofia whispered.

But just as the priest asked the routine question, “Does anyone object?”, the heavy church doors were thrown open.

“I object!”

Raphael Russo stormed in. His clothes were rumpled, his hair a mess, and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked like a madman, all of his former swagger gone, replaced by desperation and insanity.

“Cecilia!” He ran to the center of the aisle, his arms spread wide, a twisted smile on his face. “I knew you were waiting for me! See? I’m alive! I crawled back from hell for you!”

He expected me to scream, to cry, to run into his arms.

Instead, I just stood there and stared at him.

Like he was a clown.

Marcello shot Raphael a look one might give a dead man, then leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Looks like today’s entertainment has arrived early.”

I
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    Raphael never got the chance to settle his score with Leo and Nico. Before he knew it, his world came crashing down.The "gift" I sent the Guzman family—all the proof that Raphael was skimming their cash—sent the Mexican cartel bosses over the edge. With an open contract on his head, Raphael was a hunted man.His old allies, feeling the heat from the Falcone family, all flipped on him. His right-hand man, Leo, got picked up by Guzman's crew. To save his own skin, he gave up all of Raphael's safe houses. As for his money, I used my Rossi family connections to freeze every last dime.From prison, Chloe had called Raphael, begging him to bail her out.But all that did was remind him: it was her lies that made him lose me for good.So Raphael used what little juice he had left to have someone on the inside "take care" of her.Her life in there became a living hell.One snowy night, with nowhere left to run, Raphael was cornered at the edge of the Brooklyn Bridge. Behind him, the sound of G

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    The smear campaign came and went in a flash.By the time our private jet touched down in New York, the Falcone family lawyers had already handled everything.As for Chloe, the one behind it all—she was already behind bars. Her motive was simple: jealousy. Raphael had dumped her.After the honeymoon, I dove back into my work.And standing at the entrance to my gallery was a familiar figure.Raphael. Unshaven, his eyes haunted. The moment he saw me, his face lit up like he’d seen salvation, and he stumbled towards me.“Cecilia…”My bodyguards moved to block him, but I held up a hand to stop them. I wanted to see what kind of performance this wannabe actor was going to put on now.Raphael stopped three steps away from me, his eyes red-rimmed, his voice trembling. “Don't you want to know what happened to me? The truth is…”【What a fake-ass performance.】【I have never seen someone so shameless!】【Thank god she sees him for who he really is now.】“You’re going to say you had amnesia, and you

  • My Fiancé Faked His Death, So I Married The Don   Chapter 11

    I leaned back against the seat, a wave of satisfaction washing over me as I pictured Raphael screaming his head off while being dragged from the church.“What’s on your mind?”The man beside me spoke suddenly. He’d already undone the top button of his suit jacket, his tie pulled loose.“Nothing. Just felt like… I just watched a pretty good clown show.”Marcello’s long fingers caught my chin, his thumb brushing gently against my skin.“Cecilia. Stop watching the clown. Now, look at your husband.”I couldn’t help but meet his gaze.The desire in his eyes was rawer, hotter than I had ever seen it before.“As you wish, Padrino,” I chuckled, boldly leaning in to press a kiss to his Adam's apple.He let out a low groan, his large hand clamping onto the back of my head, deepening the kiss.That night, Marcello was an insatiable beast.His kisses were urgent, trailing from my forehead, to my lips, my collarbone, and then deeper.“Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for this?”“From the m

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    On the day of the wedding, the sun was shining.I stood before the priest in a pure white gown. Beside me, Marcello was a towering figure in a black tuxedo.“God, you two look ridiculously good together,” Sofia whispered.But just as the priest asked the routine question, “Does anyone object?”, the heavy church doors were thrown open.“I object!”Raphael Russo stormed in. His clothes were rumpled, his hair a mess, and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked like a madman, all of his former swagger gone, replaced by desperation and insanity.“Cecilia!” He ran to the center of the aisle, his arms spread wide, a twisted smile on his face. “I knew you were waiting for me! See? I’m alive! I crawled back from hell for you!”He expected me to scream, to cry, to run into his arms.Instead, I just stood there and stared at him.Like he was a clown.Marcello shot Raphael a look one might give a dead man, then leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Looks like today’s entertainment has arrived early.”I

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    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

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    “I accept.”My father looked at me, surprised and pleased.I held out my hand, my voice firm. “It would be my honor to be joined with Don Marcello Falcone.”Marcello took my hand. I could feel a slight dampness in his palm.“The honor is all mine, Cecilia. I think we need to discuss the details… alone.”As the entire room watched in a mixture of shock and envy, Marcello led me by the hand out to the grand terrace.The doors closed behind us, shutting out the noise.He let go of my hand and leaned against the marble balustrade, pulling a silver cigarette case from his pocket. He took one out but didn’t light it.“You don’t have to force yourself, Cecilia.”His tone was no longer polite. There was an indulgence in it, one that I was starting to understand.“If you don’t want this, I can walk back in there right now and tell them I’m not worthy of you. You can go back to being an art appraiser, and no one will dare touch you. I’ll take care of any trouble from the Russo family myself.”I

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