Lahat ng Kabanata ng Wear My Dress, Meet My Gun: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 8

Jella fired back right away: [What nonsense are you spewing? This was custom-made by my brother for me! A renowned designer did it himself. There's only one in the world! You country bumpkin, stop pretending you know anything!]I grinned. So Zeke hadn't told her about our little arrangement.His parents had called out of nowhere, panicked about the Santoro business tanking. After a long sob story, they finally dropped the real reason—they wanted to revive the old pact tying me to Zeke.A marriage deal.They were banking on my last name to save them. It tasted like ash, but I said yes. For Zeke.I actually liked him.When he found out, he got all emotional. Blew up my phone, reminiscing like we were some epic love story. Swore he'd stayed pure, just waiting for me.And now? He was hooking up with his stepsister—and gave her my wedding dress.Yeah, no. They weren't getting off easy.I forwarded Jella the photo Zeke had sent me: [See? Isn't it exactly the same?]She snapped back

Of course she'd messaged Zeke while I was busy. Coward move.Fine. Let him come. Better to end it now than track him down later.I looked him over—cold, steady.Years had done their thing. He wasn't the hoodie-wearing kid chasing me around anymore.Now? Six-foot-two, clean-cut, suit sharp enough to slice.His face was sharper now—edges where there used to be softness. But those eyes? Same shape. Just colder. No hint of the way he used to look at me.Jella bolted to him, dramatic as ever, jabbing a finger at the blood on her face. "Zeke, this psycho's claiming my dress. Said she'd strip me! I talked back and she hit me!"I laughed, bone-dry, and turned to him. "Wow. Long time, Zeke. No 'hi' for your fiancée?""Wait, she's Zeke Santoro's fiancée?""No shot. Zeke's single, right? When did he get engaged?"I didn't look their way. I waited.Truth was hanging by a thread.But then he frowned. "Miss, are you okay? Maybe still dreaming or something? I don't have a fiancée."I fro

That man was Leo—Accardi Underboss, my dad's right hand.He had to be panicking.His eyes locked on me, ripped dress and all. No words. Just took off his jacket and wrapped me up.My throat tightened. "Leo... it hurts..."Bang. Bang. Bang.He fired three shots into the ceiling.Screams broke out. People dove for cover."What the hell is this?! Terrorists?!""No way—terrorists wouldn't roll in like this! Who is she?!""Relax, this is Santoro turf. These clowns are about to learn the hard way."Jella's fear vanished fast. She lifted her chin, eyes locked on Leo. "Where'd this stray mutt come from? Beat it before I lose my temper. Maybe I'll spare you. You her side piece or something? Guess what—this psycho tried to steal my wedding dress. Pathetic."Leo's eyes dropped to her gown.Something shifted.His whole face went cold. "Oh?"Jella didn't catch the shift. Still smug, still stupid. "What, you thinking of joining the crazy train? Sure—get in line. I'll finish stripping h

Zeke had poured his heart into this wedding.He did it all himself—venue, dress, invites.The one in my hand? His first draft. The second he finished it, he mailed it straight to me.He'd texted: [If there's anything you don't like, I'll keep redoing it until you're happy.]I didn't like the flowers, so he changed them. That version became a limited edition.Back then, I thought it meant something.Turns out it was all just a lie.The second Zeke saw the invite, he froze. "No... No way..."I didn't even glance back. Kept walking.He'd always known who I was—just didn't have the guts to admit it.He screamed my name for days down in that cellar.I didn't answer. Had better things to do—like running the Famiglia.When my father found out what Zeke pulled, he lost it. Flew in that same dayDidn't even stop to breathe—headed straight for the Santoro estate.Fenton begged again, clinging to some ancient favor he did for my dad. Useless. My father crushed him on the spot.He'd