My Sister Stole My Groom I Married The Don

On the wedding day, my sister, Isabella De Luca, drugged me. She was going to steal my dress and marry my fiancé, the mafia heir Marco Moretti.Everyone was smiling at the happy couple on the altar.Everyone but me. I shot up from my seat in the back row. My voice tore through the sacred silence."Stop! I object! This wedding is a sham!"Every head turned to face me.The bride, Isabella, went white. The groom, Marco, froze.The priest looked at me, confused. "Miss, who are you?""I'm Elara De Luca." I walked to the altar, staring straight at Marco. "I'm the woman he proposed to three months ago."A ripple of shock went through the pews.Isabella clutched Marco’s arm. "What are you talking about? I'm Marco's fiancée."I sneered. "Really? Then where'd you get that ring on your finger?"Isabella’s eyes shot to the ring on her finger.Marco had picked it out for me. A three-carat diamond on a platinum band."Marco gave it to me!" Isabella shrieked.The memory of his betrayal hit me like a

The slap echoed through the silent church.My cheek burned, but I didn't flinch.Isabella's eyes were full of venom and victory. "Now do you know your place?"The moment the slap landed, her expression crumbled. Tears welled in her eyes as she turned to the sobbing guests."I'm so sorry, everyone. I just... I couldn't take it anymore." Her voice cracked. "The truth is... my father only took Elara and her mother in because I begged him to. She's a bastard. She has no right to the De Luca name, much less a place in our home. But after she moved in, she tried to take everything from me."She squeezed out a few more tears, sounding even more pitiful."She even started imagining my fiancé was hers!"I stared at her, stunned. When did she get so good at lying?"Three months ago, she got on her knees and begged me," Isabella sobbed. "She asked if she could borrow my engagement ring, just for a few days. I felt sorry for her, so I said yes. And now... now she's twisting the story, using my rin

The church was dead silent.Everyone stared at the man in black who’d just stormed in.He was Vincent, Dante’s consigliere.In the New York underworld, his word is law.“Mr. Vincent?” Sofia’s voice shook. “What did you say?”Vincent strode toward me and bowed respectfully. "Miss Elara, Don Dante sent me to take you home."The color drained from Marco’s face. “That’s impossible! How could Elara be…”“From this day on, Miss Elara is with Don Dante,” Vincent’s voice was ice. “Anyone who touches her answers to the Moretti family.”The crowd erupted.“My God!” “Dante’s woman?” “Doesn’t that make her Marco’s aunt?”I slowly pushed myself up, brushing the dust from my dress.The same people who wanted me in a dog cage were now looking at me with fear in their eyes.Power. It’s one hell of a drug.“Good timing, Vincent,” my voice was calm. “I was just about to show Mrs. Sofia’s pets a new trick.”Vincent glanced at the Dobermans in the iron cage, a flicker of murder in his eyes.“Who tried to

The belt swung through the air, but before it could land, Vincent took a step forward. His voice was cold as steel.“Who, exactly, are you raising that belt to?” Every word from Vincent was a shard of ice. “That’s Don Dante’s woman. Are you sure you want to do this?”My father’s hand froze mid-air, the belt still shaking.I walked slowly toward him. “What’s wrong, Father? Not so tough now? Don’t stop on my account.”“Elara…” My father’s voice was weak.“Vincent’s right.” I smiled, a sweet, angelic smile. “I’m Dante’s woman now. By family rank, even Marco has to call me ‘Aunt.’ Tell me, Father. Do you have the standing to lay a hand on me?”My father gritted his teeth. “I’m your birth father! Blood is thicker than water!”“My birth father?” I sneered. “Weren’t you just disowning me? Now you want to play dad again?”Vincent took another step, his hand moving to the inside of his suit jacket. “Mr. De Luca, put the belt away. Or I’ll consider it a direct challenge to Don Dante.”My father’

After Sofia’s speech, a cold smile spread across Dante’s face.“Sofia, you’re right. I am just the acting Don.”His voice was calm, but every word hit like a hammer.“But do you know why I’ve been ‘acting’ for so long?”Sofia froze. “What… what do you mean?”“Because I was waiting,” Dante said, walking slowly toward her. “Waiting for Marco to show his true colors.”He pulled a flash drive from his pocket and held it up for everyone to see.“I have some interesting things on here. About what your perfect heir, Marco, has been up to.”Marco’s face went ghost-white. “Uncle, I don’t know what you’re talking about…”“You don’t?” Dante sneered. “Vincent, play it.”Vincent took the drive and plugged it into the church’s projector.The large screen lit up with recordings and documents.The first audio file was Marco’s voice: “I’d do anything for Isabella. That bastard Lucas hurt her, and I’m going to make sure he loses every penny he has in Vegas.”The second was a bank record, showing Marco h