บททั้งหมดของ He Cheated, So I Proposed to the Don: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 8

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

"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

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

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,