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"Boss, moving the wedding to a luxury yacht in Boca Raton... you can't be serious!"Outside the study door, Lucas's hushed, panic-stricken voice cut through the air."Miss Sienna nearly drowned as a kid. She has severe trauma from deep water! Putting the wedding at sea will trigger a full-blown panic attack!"My hand froze on the doorknob. My blood ran cold.Inside, ice clinked against a whiskey glass, followed by Matteo's arrogant, irritated scoff."That's just old drama from her childhood. Tell her to drop the drama," Matteo said, his tone as cold as if he were talking about a total stranger. "Camilla loves the ocean view. Isn't a sea breeze way better than being stuck on land? Sienna loves me enough to go blind for me. She can suck it up and deal with a little water. She isn't that fragile. She'll go coordinate the venue with the Rossi family like a good girl.""But San Siro Estate was locked in by both Don Rossi and Don Falcone!" Lucas pleaded, keeping his voice down."My word is f

The next morning, Matteo offered to drive me to pick out wedding favors—something he usually never cared about.The silence in the car was suffocating.Out of nowhere, he broke the dead quiet. "Sienna, we're doing the wedding on a luxury yacht. You don't have a problem with that, right?"He gripped the steering wheel, casual as could be, without even glancing my way."You know I have severe PTSD. I can't leave dry land." I looked out the window, my voice dead flat. "If you want to change the venue, tell my father directly."Matteo's grip tightened, veins bulging on his hands."No need to bother your dad. I was just asking." He forced back his annoyance with a fake smile. "We're here."Inside the top wedding customization salon in Napa Valley, expensive crystals and custom favors lined the displays.But the designer wasn't the only one waiting for us.Camilla stood in the VIP lounge wearing a tight white dress, acting like she owned the place. She handed me a glass of ice water with a s

I put my phone away and looked up.Julian DeLuca stood right in front of me in a flawless custom suit. His deep, dark eyes held only one thing—me.I caught my breath.This was the most feared Mafia Don in all of North America. Yet right now, there was no icy brutality in his eyes. Only overflowing tenderness and devotion.And this man was my groom."It's just ironic," I murmured, my thumb tracing the heavy black diamond ring on my finger. "Half an hour ago, he was so sure no one else would ever marry me.""He's an idiot beyond saving." Julian sat beside me. His cool fingertips gently brushed the corner of my eye. "I should have stepped into your life much sooner."He reached over and took my hand. His warmth spread through my skin, melting away the cold bitterness I had carried for four long years.I froze.We had just stood together before the altar at St. Mary's Cathedral. We had received blessings from the entire Syndicate across North America. Yet looking at Julian now, everything

A few days later, outside San Francisco City Hall.Just because I mentioned wanting the feel of a real wedding ceremony, Julian didn't hesitate to set everything up.That morning, several black bulletproof Rolls-Royces locked down the entire street. A line of armed men in custom suits guarded every exit.I stepped out of the car, holding Julian's arm. Suddenly, a figure slammed past the guards and rushed right at us!"Sienna! Get over here!"Matteo's eyes were bloodshot.Two DeLuca gunmen pulled their pistols instantly, aiming straight at his temples.Matteo didn't even blink. His guard behind him slapped the gun barrels away with a hard swipe.Tension exploded. Right then, Matteo yanked a velvet box from his jacket and shoved it in front of my face!"Sienna, before it's too late, don't go with him!" Matteo sounded like a complete lunatic. "Come back with me! We can do the wedding in Lake Como, or anywhere in the country you pick! Take this pink diamond! Everything you wanted before, I