บททั้งหมดของ His Mafia Wedding Wasn't Mine: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

The hotel ballroom was thronged with guests. I watched Vincent quietly.His friend Marcus clapped him on the shoulder, leaning in with a teasing grin. "You're actually going through with it, then? The whole double-life circus? Aren’t you afraid that Chiara will find out?"Vincent's jaw tightened, but he kept his gaze fixed on the champagne fountain across the room. "I had to do this. Molly is pregnant. Unmarried. I married her to protect her name. That's all. Once the baby comes, we'll divorce quietly, and then Chiara and I will have our wedding."Marcus smirked. "What if she finds out the truth—aren't you scared she'll walk away?"Vincent said confidently, "No, she won't. She's an orphan and has no family to fall back on. I'm all she's got."I let out a bitter smile. Vincent was so confident that a fragile woman like me would never leave him, but he was wrong.The ballroom doors swung open again, and my breath caught in my throat.Vincent's childhood sweetheart, Molly, glided in, her

I looked at Molly—her chin lifted, her smile a thin, victorious curve—and something clicked into place."That message I got," I said slowly. "The one saying Vincent was getting married. That was you, wasn't it?"She didn't flinch. If anything, her smile widened. "Yes. I wanted you to see it with your own eyes. To watch the man you love marry someone else. That's the only way you'd really believe it, don't you think?"Then she raised her left hand, fingers splayed, and let the light catch the ring on her fourth finger. A gold band set with a deep crimson stone—the donna ring, the symbol of the mafia wife."He put this on me today in front of everyone," she said, her voice dripping with pride. "That makes me his donna, Chiara. Not you."My gaze locked on that ring. The same ring Vincent had shown me a year ago, when he'd whispered that he'd slide it onto my finger on our wedding day. He'd said it was tradition—passed down through generations, meant only for the woman he'd choose to stand

Vincent stood frozen, the word "Goodbye" burning in his hand like a brand. Then panic gripped him. He instantly yanked out his phone and dialed a number."Find her," he barked at his underboss. "I don't care how. Check airports, train stations, hotels—everywhere. I need to know where Chiara went. Now."He'd barely ended the call when Molly appeared beside him, her voice syrupy and deliberate."Chiara left because she didn't want to apologize to me," Molly said, resting a hand on his arm. "And now you're scrambling to chase after her? Vincent, don't you see? That's exactly what she wants. She's trying to make you feel guilty, to control you. If you go running after her now, she'll have you wrapped around her finger forever."Vincent hesitated. His jaw worked, torn between the knot of fear in his chest and the logic of her words."You're right," he said slowly. He lifted the phone back to his ear. "Forget it, Rickey. Stand down. Don't search for Chiara."He told himself it was the right

I stepped out of the car and into the familiar embrace of my family's estate in Florence. For the first time in weeks, I felt something loosen in my chest.My father met me at the door. He stood there, older than I remembered, his eyes scanning my face with a mixture of relief and concern."Chiara." He took my hands in his, his grip firm but gentle. "You're finally home.""I'm home, Papa."He studied me for a long moment, then asked the question I knew was coming. "Are you really willing to marry the man I chose for you? You made that promise five years ago, but I never expected you to actually keep it."I met his gaze without flinching. "A promise is a promise. I said five years, and five years are up. I'm ready to honor my word."He was quiet for a long time. Then he sighed, his thumb brushing over my knuckles."You've changed a lot, sweetheart. You're not the same headstrong girl who stormed out of here. There's something in your eyes now—something tired." His voice softened. "It br

A wave of applause rippled through the crowd.Yet Vincent's face went white when he heard the announcement. He blinked once, as if the words hadn't quite registered.For a moment, he stood frozen in the crowd, the applause washing over him. Then something snapped.He pushed through the guests, his strides long and furious, and vaulted onto the stage before anyone could stop him. His gaze landed on me."I don't agree to this," he said, his voice loud enough to cut through the music. "Chiara is my fiancée. She belongs with me."The crowd fell silent. Dozens of eyes swivelled toward the stage—curious, scandalized, hungry for drama.I met Vincent's gaze with a face of stone, saying nothing.Giovanni stepped forward, placing himself between Vincent and me with quiet authority. He studied Vincent for a moment, then spoke, his tone calm but pointed."I think you're confused, sir." He let the pause hang. "I just spoke with you earlier, and you mentioned you were visiting from New York. Chiara