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Revenge at the Altar
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Synopsis
Tragic Love
Familial Bond
Plot Twists
Mafia
Girl Power
Scumbag
Revenge
Winning Back the Wife
Face Slapping
I turned a nobody from the streets into a Mafia, and I defied my papa—a man who loved me more than anything—to do it. For five years, I cast aside the honor of being a Principessa, all for the dream of a life with him. I thought the man I loved was on the verge of becoming the next Don of the Moretti family. But then my papa collapsed during his prayers in the church, suffering a massive cardiac arrest in the one place he believed was most sacred, most safe. Robin was by my side day and night, whispering encouragement. "Isabella, you have to be strong. It's the only way your papa can rest in peace." I was planning our wedding, ready to marry the man I thought I could trust with my life, when I overheard him talking to his mistress, Ava. "We finally got rid of the old bastard." "Once I marry Isabella, half the Moretti empire will be ours.." The five years I had willingly dedicated to him had been nothing more than an incubator for his twisted ambition. I wiped my tears and became the Moretti family's princess once more. I swore I would make them pay in blood. So, on the night before my wedding, I picked up my phone and dialed my brother's number. "Brother," I said. "It's time to close the net."
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Revenge at the Altar Chapter 10
Three days later.The grand hall of the Moretti estate was filled with every important family member.This wasn't a coronation. It was a declaration.Dante Falcone, dressed in a sharp black suit, walked slowly toward me under the gaze of every person in the room.He spoke no vows, no ceremonial nonsense.He simply took my hand and, in front of everyone, pressed a kiss to my father's signet ring on my finger.In that moment, the entire hall fell silent."The Falcone family," his voice carried clearly across the room, "recognizes Donna Isabella Moretti as our equal."I met his intense gaze."From this day forward," I said, my voice quiet but heard by all, "the old rules are dead."Marco stood behind me, a proud smile on his face.He knew this was what his father would have wanted to see.Three months later.The body of Robin was found in the Hudson River. Or rather, parts of it was The fish had done most of the work.As for Ava, it's said she mysteriously developed a drug addiction after
Revenge at the Altar Chapter 9
Robin's expression shifted from shock to disbelief, and finally, to a look of utter emptiness.His lips trembled, but no sound came out.He hadn't failed at the wedding."Do you want to know when she first contacted us?" I asked softly, as if I were asking about the weather.Robin didn't answer. He didn't dare."Three days after my father died," I supplied the answer myself. "Right when you thought you had already won."A tremor ran through Robin's body."Did she know all of your plans?" His voice was barely a whisper."Every single detail.""Including… including the nights I spent with her?"For the first time, I smiled, a smile colder than the dead of winter."Robin, her acting was better than you think. Just like mine."A sudden, hysterical laugh burst from Robin's throat.He laughed until tears streamed down his face, laughed until his whole body convulsed."So…" he looked at me, his eyes empty. "From the start, I was the only fool, wasn't I?"He had spent his life chasing power, o
Revenge at the Altar Chapter 8
Robin's roar exploded in the cathedral.He lunged, a flash of silver glinting in the light.Screams erupted from the pews. But someone was faster.Dante had moved the instant Robin made his move.CRACK!A clean, sharp snap of bone.Robin's wrist bent at an unnatural angle. The gun clattered to the marble floor before he could even touch the trigger. In the next second, Robin was slammed face-down, his cheek pressed against the cold stone, pinned and powerless.Simultaneously, Marco's men moved, cutting through the panicked crowd and dragging the limp form of Ava out. Her face was a mask of terror, makeup streaked with tears.The cathedral was in chaos.My brother, the new Don, Marco Moretti, stepped onto the altar. His face was grim, and every step carried an unquestionable authority.The room fell silent."Robin Gallo," Marco's voice boomed, "was a viper we warmed in our own home. He conspired with his mistress, Ava Russo, to poison and murder my father, the Don, Alessandro Moretti."
Revenge at the Altar Chapter 7
"It was Ava! That bitch seduced me!" Robin cried out, then turned and fell to his knees before Marco."Marco! Don Moretti! You have to believe me!" he sobbed, a pathetic, slobbering mess. "She used every trick in the book to confuse me, to make me make a mistake! My loyalty to the Moretti family has never wavered, I swear to God!"Marco looked down at him with cold indifference. He took a single step forward. "You betrayed my father, and now you beg for my forgiveness? Gallo, you're not fit to be a dog." He then stepped back, ceding the stage entirely to me.I watched his performance with cold detachment, like observing a cockroach in its death throes."Is that so?" I cut through his wailing.Robin's head snapped up, his eyes pleading."Robin, do you think my father's death," I said, my voice devoid of all warmth, "can be blamed on a woman, too?"Every last trace of color vanished from his face.I raised my hand again.On the screen behind him, the photos and videos disappeared, replac
Revenge at the Altar Chapter 6
The wedding bells began to chime.From the back of St. Mary's Cathedral, I watched him at the altar. Robin, dressed in a custom-made black tuxedo with a white rose pinned to his lapel. He wore a smug smile, the look of a man who could already feel the weight of a crown on his head.The cathedral was packed. Every family of note in New York had sent someone. They had all come to witness this "great love story."I saw Robin's eyes scan the guests below, glittering with ambition. Soon, he had to be thinking, they will all call him Don.He raised a glass to my brother, Marco, who sat in the front row, as if showing off a prize he'd already won.Marco stared back, his expression a mask, his eyes a bottomless void.The heavy wooden doors of the cathedral slowly swung open.Every head turned.The music stopped.But the woman who walked down the aisle was not a happy bride in a white gown.I wore a pure black strapless dress, its long train trailing behind me like a shadow of the night, sweep
Revenge at the Altar Chapter 5
One day left until my revenge."Isabella, are you sure you want me to handle the port operations?"Robin stood behind me, his voice a mix of probing excitement and disbelief."Of course," I said, turning to face him with a look of absolute trust. "Without my papa, I need someone I can rely on. And you are that person."I handed him a document. It was the transfer of control for the port's smuggling routes.Robin's hand trembled slightly as he took it. "Bella, I don't know what to say…""Don't say anything," I whispered, caressing his cheek. "We're getting married soon. A husband and wife should share everything."He leaned in and kissed me tenderly. For a fleeting second, I almost felt a ghost of the man I thought I loved, the one who genuinely wanted a life with me."I'll protect all of this," he promised in my ear. "I'll protect you, and I'll protect our future."Our future?He really thought he had one.The moment Robin left, I dialed Marco's private line."Did Sal find anything?" I
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