บททั้งหมดของ My Groom Kneels to Another Bride: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

"Camilla, you're being too petty," Dante said, his brows furrowing slightly, a hint of exhaustion creeping into his voice."Lucia has had a hard life these past few years. She just wants to hear the vows—vows she'll never get the chance to hear in this lifetime—in front of God. Davide died because of me. I owe him this."I was just about to say something when the priest came over and asked us to step up to the altar."Ms. Colombo, stand a little closer to Mr. Corleone. Yes, smile. Look a bit happier!"I forced the corners of my mouth upward.With the priest officiating, Dante took my hand and began reciting the vows. But his phone kept lighting up and vibrating continuously in the pocket of his black suit.Every notification was from Lucia, one after another."I solemnly swear before God…"The first message read, "Dante, did I cause you trouble?""...for richer or for poorer…"Another message read, "Will Camilla hate me even more now?""...to love and to cherish…"And yet a

That weekend, Maria called me herself to apologize. She said she was hosting a dinner party so we could go over the wedding details again, and that the Corleone Famiglia would throw me an even grander wedding.I gave it some thought. Things needed proper closure anyway, so, wanting to make things clear to them face-to-face, I decided to go.At the dinner table, Maria made some small talk for a while before bringing up the music for the wedding procession.The original song had been my choice.Dante and I had met at a Christmas party, and that was the song that had been playing on the dance floor that night. Later, when he drove me home, he heard the same song playing as my phone ringtone.He had said back then, "Let's play this at our wedding."Yet, at this dinner, Maria pulled out a revised ceremony schedule."Since we're inviting more people now, we should make a few changes. Davide loved this processional when he was alive. We can play it before the wedding starts. That way,

At first, Dante didn't believe I would actually leave.By the time our friends brought it up, I was already in a small coastal town in southwestern Floravane. The rest of the Famiglia knew what had happened, but they didn't say anything about it. They simply handed over a few minor smuggling routes and a couple of legitimate food processing plants for me to run.It was their way of letting me get away for a while.On my first night, the sea breeze slipped through the gaps in the shutters.I sat in a swivel chair, both hands wrapped around a cup of coffee, while my phone filled up with missed calls from unknown numbers.I didn't answer a single one.The next morning, the manager of the branch office took me down to inspect the docks, where a crew of shirtless dockworkers was sweating under the sun.There were no flowers, no wedding dress, no tearful Lucia, and no disappointed looks on Dante's face. There was just the salty scent of the sea breeze and the endless, vibrant blue oce

Even after all that, Lucia still refused to leave the Corleone estate. She locked herself in Davide's room, refusing to eat or drink.Maria eventually caved."Maybe let's just leave things like this for now, Dante. She needs some time."But Dante didn't budge. "She can continue getting treatment at the hospital. The Famiglia will cover all the legitimate medical expenses. That's the last bit of mercy I'm willing to give her."The door suddenly flew open from the inside. Lucia stood in the doorway, disbelief written all over her face."You're kicking me out?"Dante looked up at her, his expression cold."You never belonged here in the first place. If it weren't for Davide, you never would've been able to set foot inside the Corleone estate."And more importantly, Davide wanted you out of this Famiglia."Tears welled up in Lucia's eyes."Davide's already dead. Do you expect me to die with him?"Dante stared at her as he enunciated each word carefully. "Haven't you been saying

Lucia eventually found me, bringing her drama with her.Before I could even react, she dropped to her knees with a loud thud, tears streaming down her face."Camilla, please forgive Dante. It was all my fault. If you have to hate someone, hate me. Don't hate him. He didn't know anything!"I had no idea what kind of act she was pulling this time, nor did I know what right she thought she had to speak on Dante's behalf.Still crying, she crawled toward me. I stepped back a couple of steps, avoiding her hands as she tried to reach for my pant leg."Are you done?"She blinked, caught off guard."If you're done, then leave. You're not welcome here."She started crying even harder. "If you don't forgive me, I'm not getting up!"I nodded. "Stay on your knees then."I had never claimed to be a particularly nice person, and I had no intention of falling for her absurd guilt trip. If she wanted to kneel, she could go right ahead and kneel.Dante, having gotten word somehow, soon came