Todos los capítulos de Married Off to the Dying Don: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

After the banquet ended, Madre found me standing alone in a corner, tears glistening in her eyes. "Vera, I know you're a good girl."I didn't answer. Instead, I remembered how, in the final moments of my previous life, Madre had received the news of my condition and still couldn't be bothered to come see me one last time. My gaze fell on my younger sister, Arianna Valenti, as she walked over with Dario Lancieri. "I'm sorry, Vera," she said. "This is all my fault…"When I was born, our family had been ambushed. My parents had grabbed Arianna and fled, leaving me forgotten in the car. The rival faction had found me and taken me away, but they soon decided I was more trouble than I was worth and abandoned me by the roadside. A kind civilian had taken me in and raised me as her own. It wasn't until a few years ago that my family finally found me. If our family's power hadn't been declining and they hadn't needed a marriage alliance to secure their position, my parents probabl

With the wedding drawing near, Dario came to our house more and more often. Each time, he claimed he was there to bring gifts for Arianna, but every now and then, I felt his gaze linger on me. One day, he arrived carrying a box of freshly baked apple pie, still warm. He handed it to Arianna, but she pushed the box back. "I never eat cheap food like this."Dario froze for a moment before instinctively looking at me. The day before, he had passed by a bakery and remembered how, in his previous life, I would often stare at apple pies with longing. So before he knew it, he'd bought one. "Since Arianna doesn't want it, you can have it," Dario said.I glanced at the box he was holding out to me. "You can ask the maid to throw it in the food waste bin," I said, lifting my chin.With that, I turned and went upstairs without sparing Dario another glance. Dario stared at the box in his hands, wondering if he'd been out of his mind to go out of his way to buy something so beneath

Dario had met Luca before. Once, when he attended a banquet with his family's elders, one of them told him that Don Bellini had an exceptional heir. They had praised the heir's intelligence and decisiveness, warning Dario never to make an enemy of someone like him. Luca had been standing beside Don Bellini at the time, but Dario hadn't thought much of it. He'd simply assumed Luca was one of Don Bellini's advisors.Luca's gaze swept over Dario before settling on me. "I'm here to take my wife home," he said.Dario's expression immediately shifted. "That's impossible! Vera was supposed to marry Don Bellini, who's over 60—""I took over the family a month ago." Luca cut him off, frowning. "I'm the new Don now."He straightened his tie before walking over to me. He took my hand and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of it. "It's a pleasure to meet you, mia moglie. I'm Luca Bellini."I froze, looking up to meet his gaze. This was the first time I'd ever seen him across both o

After lunch, Sofia brought me upstairs to a room."This is the room Don Bellini chose especially for you," she said. "The interior was designed according to the plans he gave to your wedding dress designer."I stood there for a moment, stunned by the room's size. It was nearly as large as the sitting room downstairs.Sunlight spilled across the windowsill, framed by white lace curtains. A soft carpet covered the floor, and even the vase beside the bed held beautiful fresh flowers. I walked inside and gently touched the flowers. I'd always loved the morning sun, especially how the sunlight streamed through the windows and spilled across the floor. But after I returned to my family, my room didn't even have a window. "Cara mia, come look at your wardrobe," Sofia urged, taking my hand and leading me toward the enormous wardrobe. She opened it, revealing a row of neatly hung everyday clothes and formal gowns. "Don Bellini had the same designer tailor all these clothes to your

Madre had said that Luca's family was unimaginably wealthy, and she hadn't been exaggerating. An entire wedding boutique in the heart of the city was one of the Bellini family's most insignificant businesses. "Don Bellini, the wedding dresses are ready," the designer said.I stared at the five racks filled with wedding gowns, my eyes widening in disbelief.A smile crossed Luca's face as he gestured for me to step forward with a gentlemanly flourish. "Signorina Valenti, this first rack holds ten wedding gowns based on the previous designs."This rack contains limited-edition gowns that Don Bellini had us source from all over the world. Each one is completely one of a kind."I spent a long time choosing before finally settling on one. Luca nodded and turned to the designer. "Then we'll take this one. Have the others made to her measurements and delivered to the house."My heart fluttered a little."I'd like to try it on," I said, turning to him. I stepped into the fitting