Semua Bab BETRAYED BY MY FIANCÉ, I MARRIED THE BIG BOSS: Bab 1 - Bab 6

Gianna It took less than twenty minutes to get the papers signed. Twenty minutes to erase the last three years of my life and replace them with a single name.Gianna Russo.The certificate felt heavier than paper should. My hand trembled as I held it, not from nerves, but from the reality that there was no undoing this.“I’ll have my assistant follow you,” Dante said as he adjusted the cuff of his shirt, his voice as steady as stone. “Take whatever you need from your old apartment. You’ve nothing less than a day.”I nodded stiffly, my phone buzzing in my palm. Luca’s name lit up the screen—again and again. Missed calls. Messages I didn’t need to read to know they were full of lies. I silenced it and slid the phone into my clutch.Dante’s gaze flicked to me, sharp and unyielding. “And I need you to know something, Gianna.” He stepped closer, his presence demanding, his voice dropping to a low warning. “I do not condone cheating. Whatever way possible—I do not and will not do anything

Dante “White dress, a bouquet, and the woman of my fuckin’ dreams,” I muttered under my breath, my eyes locked on her from the moment I stepped out of the car.She stood there like a statue, pale, fragile—or maybe just playing the part. But I knew better. I’d seen that fire in her eyes long before she ever walked into a runway, long before she became Luca Vitale’s little trophy.“You know her, sir. She’s Gianna, the model you wanted to sign as the company’s face three years ago,” Marcus said quietly, following my gaze, noticing the intensity in my stare.“I know,” I muttered, clenching my jaw. “Too bad she’s already getting married.”I flipped through my phone, waiting for one of the women I was supposed to meet, a bride my grandfather demanded, to show up. But something about her made me pause. The way she held herself, the way her shoulders trembled ever so slightly despite the mask she wore—it was… fascinating.Then, she looked up. Her hazel eyes met mine for a fleeting second, an

"Are you not tired?" Dante asked, holding my jaws in his palms."Tired of what?" I replied,t eyes downward unable to meet his glare."Tired of being the victim, he cheated on you for three good years, dearest wife," He dragged, and I felt a shiver run down my spine at the word wife."I-I...""You're a Russo now, and Russo's aren't the victims, they're the prey, flip the tables on them, fo anything you want as long as you're my dutiful wife and not do anything to bein shame to my name, I'll be your husband, in every aspect you need, even if you need to kill someone in the long run," He said and I blinked, my body shuddering at the world kill."I don't want to kill him, I just want him to go through the pain of my wasted years and careers, him cheating on me, I want to ruin his mistress, ruin his company and make him regret ever doing everything he did to me," I said resolutely, earning a smile from Russo."Now that's a Russo, get to bed, I'll assign an assistant to you tomorrow," he sa