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Chapter 1

Three days before my wedding, the invitation arrived. The location wasn't my family's estate in Sicily. It was on the island my fiancé bought for his little pet, Cara.My phone lit up. A new post from Cara.She posted photos of the island wedding setup. A shot of her and Massimo. She was in a sexy white dress, clinging to his arm. Massimo, sharp in his suit. His handsome face practically jumped off the screen.The caption: [Planning a dream wedding. So happy.]They looked like the happy couple. Ready for the rest of their lives.My nose burned. Anger coiled hot in my gut.I fell for Massimo the first time I saw him. Six years ago, at an auction. I chased him for a year. He wouldn’t budge.Then my father died unexpectedly. I took over the family. Our shipping lanes. Our real business.Suddenly, he wanted me. The next day, he announced our engagement.I didn't care.As long as I could be with him, what did it matter? Even if he only wanted me for what my family was worth.Life with Mas

Chapter 2

I stared at his back. My blood turned to ice.Those were my grandmother's candles. On her deathbed, she held my hand and said, "Caterina, every Rossi daughter walks down the aisle with these candles. They will bless you with happiness."Now they were rotting in some dump.Because Cara thought it was "too windy on the island.""You know what those candles meant to me," I said. My voice was a whisper.Massimo was already at the door. "Caterina, don't get worked up over things. Cara was being practical."The door closed again.I stood there, surrounded by those boxes, feeling completely hollowed out.The next night was the family dinner.I wore a black gown. I sat in my traditional seat at the long table, to the right of the head. The seat of the future Mrs. Caruso.But all eyes were on Cara. She was in a pink, off-the-shoulder dress. A jaw-dropping ruby necklace around her neck. I froze. It was the Rossi Matriarch necklace. My family’s heirloom, passed down for generations. Massimo kn

Chapter 3

The next afternoon, I had my final fitting for my wedding dress.It was my grandmother's. Ivory French lace, every flower stitched by hand. Seventy years ago, she wore it to marry my grandfather. Forty years ago, my mother wore it when she walked into our family home in Sicily.Now it was my turn."Miss Rossi, you look breathtaking," the tailor said, carefully adjusting the train. "This dress was made for you."I looked at myself in the mirror. She was right. It was beautiful.This dress held the love of three generations of Rossi women. And I was about to betray everything it stood for."The veil is the perfect length," the tailor said, picking up the matching heirloom. My mother had embroidered roses on it herself. Every stitch a prayer for her daughter's happiness.Just then, the door opened.Massimo walked in. Cara was right behind him. They were back from the cake tasting. Massimo was holding a box of samples."Wow," Cara said, stopping short when she saw me. Her eyes went from

Chapter 4

The night before the wedding, I was alone in the manor.Massimo and Cara had left that morning. "Final checks on the island," he'd said.My suitcase sat on the bed. A few simple clothes inside. And the torn veil.I was taking it with me. A souvenir of five years of lies.My phone rang. Massimo."Caterina, you asleep?" He sounded happy. "Cara and I are on the island. Everything is perfect.""Is it, now.""The sunset here is incredible. You're going to love it tomorrow." He paused, his voice turning gentle. "The helicopter will pick you up at ten a.m. sharp. Don't be late."Ten a.m. He was still living in his dream world."Massimo," I said."Yeah?""Are you excited for tomorrow?""Of course," he laughed. "It's going to be the biggest wedding New York has ever seen. The whole world will see how happy we are."Happiness. What a fucking joke."Good," I said. A cold smile touched my lips.I hung up and turned off my phone. I packed one last thing, grabbed my suitcase, and walked out of that

Chapter 5

Massimo's POVThe island was dead silent.The tablet shook in my hand. On the screen, Caterina stood next to that Russian psycho."No... this can't be happening..." I gripped the tablet tighter. "This is a trick. Special effects. Some damn deepfake!""Massimo, who is that?"Cara, clueless as ever, leaned in. "Who's that man? He's taller than you... And Caterina's dress... it looks more expensive than mine.""Shut. Up."I hissed, unable to take her whining for one more second.Then, the priest's voice echoed through the ancient church:"Do you, Caterina Rossi, take this man, Nikolai Volkov, to be your husband?"I held my breath.Caterina would say no.She loved me for five years. She wouldn't marry that bastard.But on screen, Caterina lifted her chin. Her voice was firm. Ice cold."I do."My world shattered."No!" I roared, smashing the tablet on the sand. "This can't be happening!"But the screen didn't shatter. The wedding played on.Caterina and Nikolai exchanging rings. The image b

Chapter 6

Caterina's POV"I now pronounce you husband and wife."As the priest finished, the church erupted in thunderous applause.I did it.I finally escaped Massimo's cage.Nikolai turned to me. A flicker of tenderness in his deep blue eyes. I'd never seen it on a man like him."My wife," he said softly, then kissed the back of my hand.Suddenly, he dropped to one knee.The entire church went silent.Every guest held their breath.Nikolai pulled a black velvet box from inside his suit jacket.Inside was a massive black diamond ring, surrounded by a halo of smaller diamonds. It glittered under the light from the stained-glass windows."Caterina Volkov." His voice was reverent. "As a wedding gift," he declared, "I give you half my territory in New York."Half his territory?That was worth billions.Gasps echoed through the church.In our world, sentiment was a weakness. Profit was everything. No one gave away an empire.Either he was a madman... or he was hopelessly in love.I looked up at Niko

Chapter 7

Caterina's POV"What? I never chose Cara!" Massimo shook his head frantically. "Caterina, you don't understand, she's just...""Just what?" I cut him off. "More important than me?""No! I love you!"Love?I had to laugh."You love me?" I knelt down, so we were eye to eye. "Then why did you let her wear my family's heirloom?"Massimo's face went pale."Why did you change the wedding venue to her island?""Why did you throw away the candles my grandmother left me?""Why did you let her rip my mother's veil?"Massimo opened his mouth, but no sound came out.He knew. There were no excuses."Caterina..." his voice trembled. "Give me a chance. I can make it up...""Make it up?" I stood. "How? With your lies? Your betrayal? Or with that pathetic family of yours that's already turning to dust?""Caterina..." His voice was shaking. "This is just a joke, right? You're mad at me because I changed the location? I can explain! I'll sell the island! We'll have the wedding in a church, tomorrow! No,

Chapter 8

Caterina's POVMassimo Caruso became the biggest joke in New York.Videos of "The Island Wedding with No Bride" and "The Queen in the Cathedral" went viral on the dark web.Everyone saw the Don of the Caruso family get thrown out of a church.They also saw his "innocent" little sweetheart throwing a tantrum on the floor.He tried to kill the story. But he forgot. The servers that control the media now belonged to my husband.Without the three Rossi money laundering routes, the Caruso family's mountains of black money were just paper.His shipping containers were seized by customs.His casinos were raided by the IRS.Even his family's old compound in Sicily was "accidentally" swept by the local police.And me? I was sitting in Nikolai's penthouse office in Manhattan."What are you looking at?" Nikolai wrapped his arms around me from behind.He rested his chin on my shoulder, his warm breath on my ear."Watching the stray dog beg," I replied, pointing to the figure standing in the pourin

Chapter 9

Caterina's POVIt was the New York underworld's biggest night: the annual charity gala. An evening where sins were washed away with champagne and every dirty deal was laundered in plain sight.Tonight's main attraction: the crown jewel of the Caruso family.The iconic Caruso Tower in Midtown Manhattan.It was the symbol of his family's power. The last thing Massimo's father left him.And tonight, it was changing hands.I walked into the hall on Nikolai's arm.Spotlights hit us immediately. Every eye in the room was filled with a mix of fear and respect."Mr. Volkov, Mrs. Volkov, this way, please."A waiter led us to the main box in the center of the room.It used to be Massimo's.Now, it was ours.As I sat down, I saw a familiar figure in the corner of my eye.Massimo.He was wearing an old suit, clearly a size too big for him now. The collar was frayed.He was in the cheap seats. Alone. No bodyguards in sight."And now, ladies and gentlemen, our main event—the Caruso Tower! Bidding s

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