บททั้งหมดของ Route Change, Groom Change: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 8

Gabriele's face turned deathly pale as he whispered, "But Marcella is already engaged."Matteo sneered coldly. "What does that matter? Once Mr. Alonzi has chosen someone, even if she were married, she'd still have to marry him!"Gabriele collapsed onto the floor in fright, while my Madre, Ginerva Fontana, fainted on the spot.I stared at the betrothal agreement in my hands, its cover boldly inscribed with the words, "A Match Made in Heaven."How utterly ironic.Helping Mamma up, I forced a bitter smile and murmured softly, "I'm willing to marry Giovanni.""Mr. Alonzi dislikes publicity. Before the wedding, the Alonzi family does not wish to hear any ambiguous rumors, understood?" Matteo added sternly.Gabriele nodded, trembling.Satisfied, Matteo set down the betrothal gifts and left.Mamma stared at the jewels and antiques scattered across the floor, overwhelmed with grief. "Marcella, what are we going to do? You're my only daughter. The Alonzi family is far from decent, and

Riccardo turned and stormed toward the SUV parked on the street and yanked the door open.After he jumped into the driver's seat, Elena paused briefly before quickly following and slipping into the passenger seat."Riccardo, just let it go. We shouldn't stoop to her level," she said softly.But Riccardo ignored her and slammed his foot on the accelerator. The SUV roared straight toward Violetta and me."Marcella, watch out!" Violetta screamed, pulling me backward.However, the SUV was moving too fast, its tires screeching sharply against the road as it hurtled toward us. Violetta and I were forced against the roadside barrier with nowhere to retreat, our hearts almost stopping in terror.At the critical moment, a black car sped in from the side and executed a precise drift to block the SUV's path. Riccardo slammed on the brakes with a piercing screech, and the SUV came to a halt less than three feet away from us.My legs gave out, barely able to hold me up. Violetta steadied me,

After the ceremony, staff members led us to change into the attire for the toast.Giovanni had prepared several dresses designed for ease of movement. Not only were the airy skirts tailored to my figure, but they were also embroidered with my favorite flower, the lily of the valley, in the details.After I changed, the table was already filled with exquisite desserts. There were all my favorites like chocolate tarts and lemon mousse.I took a bite of the mousse and froze. Wait, how did he know what I liked?Violetta clicked her tongue in amazement. "Marcella, Giovanni is incredibly thoughtful, isn't it? Even the desserts are your favorites! The Alonzi family seems pretty decent, not at all like the terrifying mafia stories you hear about."I smiled, curiosity stirring within me.Why was Giovanni, rumored to be cold-blooded and ruthless, being so considerate toward me?During the toast, Giovanni stayed by my side, softly introducing each guest. "This is the executive director of

A month later, with Giovanni's birthday approaching, Violetta and I went to a boutique to pick out a watch.Hoping to have one custom-made just for him, I spotted a dial I liked and was about to ask the sales assistant to show it to me when a pair of hands reached from behind and gently took hold of mine.I turned around and found Riccardo staring intently at me."Marcella, I refuse to believe you've lost all feelings for me," he said softly. I stepped back and replied coldly, "Riccardo, we're long over, so stop pestering me."He grabbed my arm agitatedly. "We grew up together and were engaged! Have you forgotten our promises? Do you really expect me to believe you're in love with a dying man?"I pushed him away and chuckled. "Promises? You and Gabriele conspired to drug me, so that you could marry Elena and keep me as your mistress."Riccardo, what you call love is nothing but selfish possessiveness. You're just bitter because you can't stand seeing me happy now!"Riccardo ch