All Chapters of He Cheated, So I Proposed to the Don: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

8 Chapters

Chapter 1

The kind, gentle man I loved revealed his true colors when his mistress and their five-year-old son crashed our engagement party. He told me to step aside. In an instant, I was no longer his fiancée, but the other woman.Warm light from crystal chandeliers glittered across the room. Champagne flutes sparkled on silver trays.My fingers traced the facets of the diamond on my engagement ring.This was my engagement party to Marco Falcone. I was supposed to be ecstatic."Lydia, you seem tense." Marco’s hand settled on my waist, his voice that familiar, gentle caress."Just excited." I turned, offering him a smile. "After tonight, we're official."Marco's smile faltered. "Lydia, there's something I need to..."CRASH!The grand doors of the ballroom were thrown open. The lively chatter died. A disheveled woman with wild blonde hair burst in, a desperate look on her face.More shocking was the little boy trailing her—a miniature of Marco.The moment he spotted Marco, the boy tore away from t

Chapter 2

"Do you have any idea what you're doing?" Marco stared at me, his face a mask of fury, but he kept his distance from Lorenzo."Perfectly." I linked my arm through Lorenzo’s. "I'm choosing a real man."Lorenzo's hand covered mine, his thumb stroking my knuckles as he addressed Marco. His voice was low, a quiet threat more terrifying than any shout. "Falcone, I suggest you accept this new reality. Lydia is under my protection now."Marco’s jaw tightened, but he remained silent. In New York, no one was foolish enough to challenge the Moretti Don to his face."Let's go," Lorenzo said to me. It wasn't a suggestion; it was a command wrapped in care.The adrenaline began to fade as we walked through the quiet parking garage, and the sheer audacity of what I'd just done hit me.I had no regrets.Just then, a news alert lit up my phone: Massive shootout in the South District. Suspected weapons deal gone wrong.The report detailed how Lorenzo Moretti was a no-show for a billion-dollar negotiatio

Chapter 3

"Leo, you will apologize for what you did! Now!" My voice cracked like a whip in the vast living room.That was my mother’s most treasured photograph, now in pieces at the feet of this feral child."Why should I?" Leo jutted out his chin, defiant. "My mommy said this is my home now!"Sofia rose from the couch and glided to Leo's side, placing a protective hand on his shoulder. "That's right, baby. This house is under new management."Just then, the sound of a key in the lock announced Marco's arrival. He walked in, his eyes taking in the scene—the broken frame on the floor, my rigid posture. He frowned."What's going on?""Your son just destroyed the only photograph I have of my mother. I want an apology," I stated, pointing at the glittering mess.Marco glanced from me to Sofia, then sighed with theatrical weariness. "Lydia, you're overreacting. He's five. You can't hold a child accountable for an accident.""Overreacting?" I couldn't believe the words."As the future Donna of this fa

Chapter 4

I barely slept, the vile images seared into my mind. The penthouse wasn't just dirty; it was tainted. It would need to be gutted, fumigated, and exorcised. The next morning, as I was arranging for a security team to forcibly remove its unwanted occupants, a delivery arrived at my suite.It was an engagement invitation.For Marco Falcone and Sofia Rossi.But it wasn't the invitation that sent a blind rage through me. It was the photos circulating on social media. Sofia, preening for the camera, was wearing my mother's heirloom—a sapphire necklace passed down for three generations of Rossi women.My mother had placed that necklace around my neck on her deathbed. And Marco, the man who knew its history, had given it to his whore.I had to get it back.At seven that evening, I arrived at the address on the invitation—Marco's high-rise apartment.The moment I stepped out of the elevator, a group of Marco's men—his thugs—spotted me. They swaggered over, circling me like hyenas."Well, well,

Chapter 5

Lorenzo’s voice hung in the air like a death sentence. The hallway went so still you could hear the frantic pounding of hearts.The thugs who had been manhandling me seconds ago released me as if I were on fire, their faces turning a pasty white. Every criminal in New York knew what it meant to earn the wrath of Lorenzo Moretti.Lorenzo strode toward me, shrugging off his expensive suit jacket and draping it over my shoulders, covering my soaked and torn gown. His touch was gentle, but his eyes were promising murder."Did they hurt you?" he asked, his thumb brushing a red mark on my cheek where I'd been grabbed."I'm fine," my voice trembled slightly.Lorenzo turned to face the line of terrified thugs, his voice dangerously soft. "I'll ask one more time. Who. Touched. Her?"No one dared to speak. Fear was a palpable entity in the room.Marco, recovering some of his bravado, finally spoke. "Lorenzo, this is Falcone family business. Lydia was my fiancée. I have the right—"He never finis

Chapter 6

Sofia’s world had just imploded. She turned on Marco, her eyes blazing with the fire of ultimate betrayal."You lied to me!" she shrieked. Grabbing a fruit knife from a nearby table, she lunged and plunged it into Marco's shoulder. "You said you were a mafia prince! You said I would be a Donna!"Marco howled in agony as blood blossomed across his white shirt. "Sofia, calm down—""Calm down?" she laughed, a high, unhinged sound. "I gave you five years! I gave you a son! And for what? To be tied to a broke, pathetic liar?"She then spun to face me, her expression wild with envy. "And you! You get to marry a real Don just by snapping your fingers! Why? What makes you so goddamn special?"Lorenzo waved a dismissive hand. His men moved in, efficiently restraining the hysterical Sofia and the bleeding Marco."Take out the trash," Lorenzo ordered, wrapping a protective arm around my waist. "My wife needs to see a doctor."An hour later, I was in Lorenzo's private, state-of-the-art clinic. A d

Chapter 7

A week later, Lorenzo and I were married in a ceremony that could only be described as regal. It took place at New York's most exclusive estate, its grounds blanketed in a sea of white roses and lilies. The guest list was a formidable assembly of New York's most powerful families, politicians, and business magnates. I wore a two-million-dollar custom Valentino gown, and Lorenzo, in a bespoke Italian tuxedo, looked every bit the dark king to my queen."You are so beautiful you steal the air from my lungs," Lorenzo whispered as we stood before the priest.The priest was reaching the final vows. "If anyone here has any reason why these two should not be lawfully wed, let them speak now or forever hold their peace."As if on cue, the heavy chapel doors were thrown open with a dramatic bang.Marco stumbled in. His arm was in a sling, his face was a canvas of purple and yellow bruises, and he was clutching a bouquet of cheap, wilting roses."I object!" he shouted, his voice cracking. "Lydia,

Chapter 8

Three months later, we returned from a honeymoon that had spanned continents.I sat in the leather-bound study of Lorenzo's estate, a detailed report on my desk. It was the final, grim chapter of the Falcone family."Why are you still thinking about them?" Lorenzo’s arms wrapped around me from behind, his chin resting on my shoulder, his possessiveness a familiar comfort. "Your thoughts should be only of me."I smiled and turned in his arms to caress his jaw. "I swear, you're the only man in my heart. I was just... closing the book."Lorenzo took the opportunity to steal a deep kiss that left me breathless and flushed.I opened the first page of the report.After being dumped in Rivera territory, Marco was captured and systematically tortured. His enemies took a special, creative interest in his already-broken legs, ensuring he would never walk again.What was left of the Falcone organization publicly disowned him to avoid the Moretti family’s wrath.He eventually escaped, ending up a

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