Three months later, our wedding was held at Dante's private estate.I walked through a sea of white roses, in a custom gown, toward the altar.Dante stood there in a black tuxedo, his eyes only on me."You're so beautiful it aches," he whispered, taking my hand.The priest began the vows.Suddenly, the doors at the back of the chapel burst open.Leo stumbled in, his suit a mess, his eyes wild."Isabella!" he yelled. "You can't marry him!"Every guest turned. The air froze."The one you love is me!" he roared. "You know it! We have a history!"Two of Dante's men were on him in a flash, grabbing his arms."Let me go!" Leo struggled. "Isabella, look at me! You know I'm still in your heart!"I looked at him, my face blank.Dante let go of my hand and walked slowly toward Leo."Leo Falcone," his voice was cold enough to freeze hell. "You're making a scene at my wedding?""Dante, she's my—""She is my wife," Dante cut him off, his voice dangerously soft. "Legally. As of this moment.""I don'
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