Semua Bab Mafia Princess Reclaimed Her Throne at Her Wedding: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Liora’s POVWhen I came to fetch my fiancé—soon-to-be husband, Evan—for a simple lunch, I didn’t expect to hear my world shatter.From around the corner, I caught his voice, laughing with his friends. Laughing about me. About us. Mocking our relationship like it was some inside joke. And then he said it—how he’d never loved me. How he’d only seen me as a name on his list of potential wives.I froze.What scared me most wasn’t just Evan’s betrayal—it was how twisted he truly was. How he could be two completely different men. With me, he was soft. Gentle. The kind of man who brushed my hair behind my ear and kissed my knuckles like I was precious.But with his friends? He was smug. Cruel. Like I was just another name on his list.What kind of man thinks a woman like me could just be picked? Like I was one of many, and he was doing me a favor?When I met Evan, he was a newcomer to New York’s mafia circle. Fresh blood. His father had just brought him in, and their family was still scraping

Liora’s POVIf Viola wanted to play the victim, then she shouldn’t be surprised when I played the role too.My words landed. Evan’s brow furrowed deeper. “That’s not what I meant.”I took a step back, letting my voice crack just enough.“Evan, she’s your childhood sweetheart. And me? What am I—your tenth girlfriend? I know my place.”I watched his jaw tighten. That flicker of guilt? Gone. Replaced with irritation.“You’re exaggerating, Liora,” he snapped, a little too fast. “Don’t make a scene.”His patience was thinning. But I didn’t back down.“Who’s your fiancée—me or her? Because from the way you’re defending that whore, it sure as hell doesn’t sound like me.”Evan stepped in closer. His voice dropped, low and cold. “Have I been giving you too much freedom lately? Did you forget what I told you? As my wife, you’re not allowed to act like this. If you can’t handle it, I won’t marry you.”Like a threat. As if not marrying him would be the end of me.How arrogant do you have to be, E

Liora’s POV“Lost your hearing too, Evan?” I smiled, looping my arm through Tristan’s with all the grace of a woman who was very done. “Meet my fiancé.”Evan’s face contorted like I’d just kicked his dog.“If he’s your fiancé, then what am I to you?” he snapped. “If this is about what happened a few days ago—you know that was a misunderstanding.”I shook off his hand before he could keep going. “Come on, Evan. You didn’t actually think I’d marry you, did you? I billions in my pocket and my family’s casino. What do you have?”The words hit like a blade to the ego. His eyes burned, jaw clenched.“Don’t cross that line, Liora,” he said, voice low and threatening. “You won’t like me when I’m angry.”“Or what?” Tristan stepped forward, casual but sharp. “What do you become when you’re angry, Evan? Enlighten us. Maybe do a little demonstration?”To Evan’s credit, he was smart about one thing—he knew better than to pick a fight he couldn’t win. And Tristan Vexley? He was the kind of man Evan

Liora’s POVThe honeymoon was—unexpectedly—exhausting and romantic.Tristan and I were… more in sync than I’d ever predicted. I’d assumed our marriage would be cold, distant, more of an arrangement than a partnership.But everything that happened since had proven me wrong.And, honestly, Tristan wasn’t anything like Evan. Not even close.He told me once, in that quiet, pragmatic way of his, that if I wanted to protect my father’s casino—and everything he’d built—I should go to business school. “Learn everything you can,” he said. “And whatever you can’t, I’ll teach you myself.”And he meant it.So, ever since we got back from Bora Bora, my life had been a constant rhythm of lectures and late-night casino runs. Mornings at school, nights in the office—then Tristan’s private lessons that somehow balanced between finance, strategy, and… distractions of a more intimate kind.Time passed quickly when I was busy. There were moments I almost believed Evan had vanished from my life for good.U

Liora’s POVI don’t know how he found out about the pregnancy. But he somehow did. And he showed up—uninvited—at the hospital during one of our checkups.I didn’t even recognize him at first.The arrogance was gone. So was the polish. His shirt was torn, face unwashed, hair a matted mess. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days, like he hadn’t looked in a mirror in weeks.He stumbled toward me, eyes wild. “Liora! Liora!”Tristan’s guards intercepted him before he got too close. But he kept pushing forward, practically dragging his feet across the tiled floor.“Liora! You’re pregnant! Is it... is it mine?”He looked—honestly—like a madman.I saw the shift in Tristan’s face before he moved. His whole expression darkened, jaw clenched. He looked two seconds away from ending Evan’s existence.But I stepped in first.I held up a hand, then slowly walked forward, keeping a measured distance.Evan blinked, confused—like the question had physically hurt him. “Liora, please,” he pleaded, voice s