All Chapters of My Mafia Fiancé’s Fake Bride: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

9 Chapters

Chapter 1

After seeing the intimate wedding photos of my fiancé and his adoptive sister, I ordered them a custom wedding gift and decided to end the engagement.I sent the message, then turned to leave the bridal shop.Suddenly, a heavy lighting rig from a nearby photography set came crashing down."Ah!" I flinched back. The sharp metal edge scraped my arm, and blood welled up instantly."Are you okay?" Caius’s voice. But he wasn’t running to me.He was shielding the girl who’d "accidentally" knocked it over, frantically checking her for injuries.Fiorella leaned against his chest, her eyes wide and teary as she stared at my bleeding arm."Ilaria, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to," she whispered, her voice was a fragile whisper, like it might shatter on the wind.It was obvious. She’d knocked it over while fooling around with Caius.I looked at Caius’s worried face, and my heart ached for a split second.Then I pressed down on the cut. Blood seeped through my fingers. I watched it, feeling the las

Chapter 2

To marry Caius, I gave up studying in Europe. I gave up a curator position at a top gallery.I stayed here, running the underground gallery that laundered money from his smuggled art.I was done with this life.I bought a new phone from a corner store.No name, no registration. No history.A clean slate. Exactly what I needed for the new life I was about to start.At 3 PM, I went to the family's private cigar club to get some files.I pushed open the door to the private room and saw something I shouldn't have.Caius was holding a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid swirling in the crystal.A bottle of 50-year-old Glenfiddich. Fifty grand.Fiorella was beside him, a single drop of water on her fingertip."Caius, a drop of water makes the whiskey bloom," she said with a sweet smile, letting the drop fall into his glass.Caius looked at her, his eyes full of affection. "Whatever you say."Then he downed the glass.My hand tightened on the doorknob, my knuckles white.Three years ago, I mad

Chapter 3

I walked towards Caius’s apartment, holster in hand.My phone buzzed. A new social media post.I tapped it open and froze.It was a selfie of Fiorella, filling the whole screen.She was smiling sweetly, a massive diamond necklace around her neck, each stone blindingly brilliant.The caption: "Thank you to the man I love most for the most precious gift in the world."I stopped walking, staring at that necklace.I’d never seen anything so extravagant, so dazzling.Even with my limited knowledge of jewelry, I knew it had to be worth a fortune.I screenshotted it and sent it to my friend Renata, who deals in high-end luxury."Any idea what this is worth?"Renata replied almost instantly. "Oh my god! Isn't that the main piece from last month's underground auction? Natural pink diamond necklace. The bidding started at ten million! It probably sold for close to thirty!"Thirty million.The strength drained from my legs.Then, Renata sent another picture."Oh, and that necklace came with a 'gi

Chapter 4

The burner phone buzzed just as I was about to board the jet.An encrypted message. A number only Caius knew.【What the hell do you think you're doing? Calling off the engagement?】【Ilaria. Enough of this foolishness. Do you have any idea who you're pissing off?】【I know your flight number. You have three minutes to change your mind.】I stared at the threatening words on the screen, then popped out the SIM card without a second thought.Snap.I broke it in two.The pieces fell to the floor, just like our seven-year relationship."Miss, you can board now," the flight attendant said with a smile.I stepped over the pieces of my old life and walked toward my new one.One month later. New York."Ilaria, we've got a heavy hitter coming in from Chicago. You need to handle the pickup personally," my gallery manager, Christine, said, nervously shuffling papers."Who?""The Falcone heir. He said he's here for you."The coffee cup nearly slipped from my hand.Ten minutes later, I saw that famili

Chapter 5

"Ilaria, you listen to me," Caius's voice came through the phone, full of his usual dominance. "No one will ever treat you as well as I did."I let out a cold laugh. "Treat me well?""I gave you the best of everything," he said, his tone dripping with entitlement. "A top-tier education, a life of luxury, a look into real high society. Without me, you'd still be a broke art student slinging paint in some dead-end gallery.""So I should be grateful?""You should know your place," his voice turned to ice. "Ilaria, don't make me come to New York and drag you back myself."I was about to answer when Fiorella's cheerful voice cut in."Caius! You're back! I thought you'd be in New York for much longer!"His tone instantly softened. "I told you I'd come back for you soon."The same old story.I knew what would happen next. He'd whisper sweet nothings to her, hang up on me, and run to his precious little stepsister.I didn't want to hear another word.I hung up and blocked his number.Staring a

Chapter 6

"Impossible." Caius shook his head. "I designed it myself. How could it be wrong?"He snatched the ring and grabbed my left hand. "Put it on. You'll see how much I love you.""Let go of me!" I struggled."Put it on!" His grip was crushing my fingers.In one swift motion, I ripped the ring from his grasp.And without hesitating, I threw it into the fountain in the middle of the club.Splash.Caius's face twisted into a mask of pure fury."Are you crazy? That was ten million dollars!"The guests gasped again, phones all pointing our way."Ten million?" I sneered. "Like the thirty-million-dollar necklace around Fiorella's neck?"He froze, then his rage exploded."Who the hell do you think you are, comparing yourself to her?" his voice boomed. "She's sweet and gentle. You? You're a goddamn wildfire. You're not fit to clean her shoes!"Every word was a knife in my heart."You have no right to be jealous of her!" he roared. "I've put up with you for this long, and that's more than you deserv

Chapter 7

Caius and Fiorella tumbled to the ground in a heap."Drive," I told the driver."Wait!" Caius scrambled to his feet. "Ilaria!"The window rolled up, cutting off his voice.I watched their soaked figures shrink in the rearview mirror without a single flicker of emotion.Back in Chicago, my father met me at the airport."My girl," he said, pulling me into a tight hug. "Welcome home."Caesar bounded toward me, nearly knocking me over. He licked my face, his tail wagging like a propeller."Did you miss me, boy?" I said, wrapping my arms around his thick neck.He whimpered, as if telling me how long I'd been gone.The warmth of home surrounded me. This was real love—unconditional and free.The next day, Renata called."Ilaria, I am so sorry," she said, her voice full of guilt. "I didn't know it was a setup. Caius threatened to shut down my restaurant if I didn't help him.""It's not your fault," I said, sunbathing on my balcony. "You were a victim too.""Are you okay?""I'm great. Never bee

Chapter 8

The moment the words left my mouth, Caius lost all control. He grabbed my wrist and dragged me onto a deserted terrace."Ilaria Rossi, how dare you humiliate me like this!" he snarled, his voice hoarse with rage, his eyes bloodshot.I calmly yanked my hand free. "I just painted what everyone already knows. You can live the lie, but you can't stand to look at it?""Leave Fiorella out of this! She's innocent!" he roared.That was it. The last thread of my control snapped.CRACK.The sound of my hand hitting his face echoed in the night.Caius stared at me, clutching his cheek in disbelief."Ilaria, you..."I raised my wine glass and threw its contents in his face.The red liquid dripped down his perfect features and onto his white shirt."You always knew, Caius," I said, my voice dangerously calm. "You stood there and watched her frame me, time and time again. You let me suffer, and you played dumb."Tears blurred my vision."That way, you could protect your precious Fiorella and keep me

Chapter 9

Elena arrived to find us in a standoff."Fiorella, move," her voice was steel."Mrs. Falcone, you can't let her in!" Fiorella pleaded. "She'll hurt him!""I said, move," Elena's tone grew colder.Fiorella reluctantly stepped aside.Elena pushed the door open. Caius was lying on the bed, pale as a ghost.He heard the door and slowly turned his head.When he saw me, a desperate light ignited in his eyes."Ilaria..." His voice was barely a whisper.Fiorella stormed into the room and pointed a finger at my face."You bitch!" she shrieked, her face a gargoyle mask of rage. "You did this! He's like this because you left him!""You knew he loved you, and you still abandoned him! You're a selfish whore!"I looked at her hysterical performance, and something inside me finally snapped.Seven years of buried anger erupted.My Prada bag was already in motion. It connected with her face with a satisfying WHACK.Fiorella stumbled backward."You hit me?"I didn't answer. I swung again.WHACK!Her fac

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