Todos los capítulos de Left at the Altar I Chose the Underground Fighter: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 9

At my own wedding, I grabbed New York's most notorious fighter and ran to City Hall. We got married."You take the bed."That night, his old leather jacket landed on the beat-up sofa. It was stained with dried blood and motor oil.Caspian pushed a bowl of instant convenience-store soup in front of me. He didn't even look back.I was still dragging my custom-made wedding gown. It was now caked in mud. My lips were pale.I grabbed the one flimsy pillow from the bed. I threw it at his broad back."Get in the bed and sleep. Caspian, we're married."He was built like a brick wall. He froze.But he didn't turn around.His voice was dead calm. Rough like gravel."You're angry, Alessia. You want revenge on Julian.""I don't—""I'll wait," he cut me off. His voice was hard, but it held a strange obsession. "I'll wait until you're not."The wind howled through a broken window. It was freezing.I curled up on the stiff mattress. My hand clenched around that platinum Cartier cross.The one I’d rip

Seraphina stood at the door and gave the order.Eight huge guys stormed the warehouse.CRASH!My workbench was kicked over.Paint and scissors scattered everywhere.The gown designs I’d stayed up nights drawing were ripped to shreds.Seraphina walked in. "You stupid bitch." Her heel ground my sketches into the dirt. "Stay away from my husband."Neighbors crowded the doorway to watch.But no one said a word. The men wore the Gallo family crest on their suits. In this neighborhood, you don't mess with the mob.Suddenly, Seraphina clutched her stomach.Tears streamed down her face as she cried out to the crowd. "I'm carrying the Valenti heir! Why won't you leave him alone!"The crowd started whispering, pointing.Just then, a car pulled up.Julian strode in.I stared at him.I thought he would at least stop this circus. Leave me with a shred of dignity.He didn't even look at me.He walked straight to Seraphina and pulled her into a tight hug."Are you okay?" he asked her softly.Then, he

"Are you fucking nuts?" Julian was doubled over, howling in the private casino suite.He pointed a finger at Caspian, his eyes dripping with contempt."Some gutter dog rents a few armored Escalades and thinks he can play big shot in Valenti territory?"Seraphina shrieked, pointing at the door."Guards! Get this psycho and that cheap bitch out of my sight!"Caspian didn't even give them a sideways glance.Behind him, two rows of enforcers in custom black suits moved as one. They pulled Glocks with silencers. Submachine guns, too.The clean click of metal in the closed room was like death knocking.The guns in the hands of Julian’s bodyguards clattered to the marble floor.Everyone’s hands shot up. They were all shaking.Julian’s face changed. But he kept his chin up."You dare touch me? I'm the head of the Valenti family! I'll have the Commission put a contract on your head!"Just then, frantic footsteps pounded outside the door.The core members of the Commission—the men who held the f

"Get out! Get the hell out!"Julian's roar echoed through the Upper East Side penthouse, followed by the crash of something heavy shattering.The New York underworld had been turned upside down overnight.For crossing the Ravanelli family, the Valentis were disgraced.The Gallo family cut ties to save themselves. Seraphina was put under house arrest. Their alliance controlling the docks and smuggling routes was broken.The furious Commission stripped Julian of all his power.The once-untouchable boss of New York was now a puppet. His turf was carved up and divided.After the bodyguards left, the apartment was dead silent.He sat on the floor, not eating, not drinking, for three days and three nights.Scattered around him was a decade of his life. My life.The money laundering ledgers I had organized and labeled for him for ten years.The thick stack of offshore account records from when I sold my fashion studio to cover his debts.The custom suit designs I’d stayed up all night creatin

After the guests had all gone, I stood alone before my father's new headstone.A cold wind blew through the green cemetery in Brooklyn. I took the antique Cartier cross from my coat pocket.The one my mother left me. The one I had given Julian ten years ago as a promise. He had tainted it. He turned it into a leash, a symbol of my blind, pathetic submission.I knelt down. With my bare hands, I dug a small hole in the dirt beside the headstone and dropped the necklace in without a second thought.The dirt covered the cold diamonds, burying those ten pathetic years for good."Dad, don't worry about me anymore," I whispered, touching the cold engraving on the stone. "Someone is taking care of me now."Steady footsteps approached.Caspian came and knelt beside me. Without hesitation.He crossed himself. He kissed his fingertips and pressed them to the cold stone."Father, you can rest easy," he said, looking up, his eyes as solid as unshakable rock. "I, Caspian, will spend the rest of my l