All Chapters of My Wedding Belonged to Another Woman: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

My head snapped up.He stared back, his expression blank.Only his tightening grip on my wrist betrayed his anger."If you can't do it, don't throw a tantrum. Leave if you want. But have you thought about what people will say about Julia? Sit quietly and watch us finish the wedding."With that, he shoved my wrist away and let go.His men immediately closed in and trapped me between them.I watched him walk back to Julia.The wedding march suddenly swelled, and flower girls rushed forward, cheering and showering the couple with ribbons.I was the only one standing still.Nearby, Julia laid her hand shyly on Leonardo's arm.Over the past five years, I had seen scenes like this countless times.Their casual touches had always gone beyond normal sibling affection.Whenever I objected, Leonardo silenced me with the same two lines, "She's family" and "You always make a big deal out of everything."Once, I tried to convince him that Julia was not the only person worth protecting.Now I did no

I clenched my fists and forced myself to stay calm. I went back to my room, locked the door, and collapsed onto the bed.I tried to ignore the pain in my chest and get some sleep.Sleeping was the only way I could get through the night.But I couldn't.In the middle of the night, my body grew hotter and hotter until sweat soaked the sheets.My vision blurred and doubled.The bedroom door suddenly flew open.Leonardo strode in, holding Julia by the hand.His expression was icy."Sofia, stop lying in bed and playing the victim. You heard exactly what I said on the phone."Julia stood behind him, her eyes still red.I had no energy to argue. I forced the words through my dry, aching throat. "So? What else do you want?"Leonardo's gaze snapped to me, surprise flashing across his face.He strode to my bedside and pressed his palm to my forehead."Your wound... it really is infected?"I said nothing.He frowned, studied me for a moment, and let out a long sigh. "Sofia, you know I'll give you

The car sped down the highway.My head was already spinning, and every bump churned my stomach.I had no idea how long we'd been driving when the car finally stopped outside the estate. Leonardo sent one of his men to get antibiotics, then took Julia's hand with one hand and supported me with the other as we walked inside.The moment we stepped through the door, dozens of guns were aimed at Leonardo.Julia screamed and ducked behind him.Leonardo's grandfather, former Don Emilio Rizzo, sat at the head of the room."The whole city is talking about your wedding. They're saying Julia stole the Donna's place and made our family a laughingstock. This family will never accept a woman like her as Donna. Send her away. Now."Julia burst into tears. "Don't do this to me. You knew about the promise Leo and I made all those years ago."Leonardo stepped in front of her protectively."Grandpa, Julia isn't what you think. You know what Dad asked of me. I have to honor his last wish and take care of

Leonardo froze, his eyes widening.He spun around, grabbed his second by the collar, and shouted, "Where is she?! You didn't get her out?!"His right-hand man stared at him in shock and stammered, "Don... we... we never saw her. When the shooting stopped, we followed you out. We thought you had her."Leonardo's grip slowly went slack.She had a fever. Her whole body had been burning.Even the fingers clutching his coat had been shaking.She had been so weak. How could she have survived the gunfire, let alone escaped an exploding car?Three hours. He'd left her alone for three whole hours. No one had stayed behind to protect her.He refused to imagine the worst. Swallowing his fear, he roared, "Search! Find her! Bring her back alive."The rest of the order stuck in his throat.If she's dead, bring me her body.48 hours passed.They searched everywhere, but there was still no body.The crushing pressure in Leonardo's chest finally eased.He laughed out loud. Hope surged through him. "Tha

Desperate to prove it wasn't her, Leonardo began searching the body for anything he could recognize.When his fingers brushed against the burned skin, flakes of ash fell away.He turned one hand over.A faint band of pale skin circled the ring finger.A ring had once been there.She had worn it for so long that a pale band remained beneath it. Even through the burns, the mark was still visible.He lifted the burned remains of her clothes. The wound on her chest had fused with the charred flesh, but signs of infection were still visible.The bullet wound.She had taken that bullet for him only a month earlier.Even the length and color of the burned hair matched Sofia's.She did not seem to have suffered for long. Curled up like that, she almost looked asleep.Leonardo suddenly remembered the first time he had seen her.She was 26 then, the youngest trauma surgeon in Chicago.He had arrived on her operating table with shrapnel lodged between his ribs and blood pooling beneath him.She w