What Happened To The Italian Bride In SS?

I’m the Chief Counsel for Donatello Vexille, the Godfather of the Vexille family. I’m also his secret wife. At night, he’d pull me close, take me with a ragged violence, leaving his marks on me, a brutal claim I couldn’t refuse. But by day, I was just his lawyer. All he had for me were cold commands. We lived like that for three years. I decided I was done. But he couldn’t know. When I handed him the divorce papers, disguised as a bill of lading, and he signed his name, a breath I didn’t know I was holding finally escaped me. I chased him for seven years and was married to him for three. Whatever was left of my heart finally flatlined. I knew I could never have his. Because it already belonged to someone else: Angelina, his underboss’s sister. He remembered her favorite restaurant. He got blind drunk with joy when she filed for divorce. He even posted his personal guards outside her door. Those were honors I never had. So I tricked him into signing the papers, packed my things, and vanished. What I didn't expect was what he did after I left. He put a king's ransom on my location, and even announced to the whole world that I was his wife.

On the day that was supposed to be my wedding—the bride wasn’t me. The ceremony I’d waited for five years for turned into a joke when Valentina, my sister, walked down the marble aisle in a white wedding dress. Her arm was linked with Luca’s — the man who was supposed to be waiting for me at the altar. “I’m sorry, Bianca,” she said softly. “But you are no longer the bride today.” Then she touched her stomach, eyes gleaming with triumph. “I’m pregnant with Don Romano’s child.” Her words detonated inside my skull, and the whole world went silent. As if afraid I wouldn’t believe her, she lifted something glossy up towards the light. A black-and-white ultrasound image. It read clearly: Gestational age — 12 weeks. My eyes burned, tears stinging as I turned to Luca, desperately searching for anything—a denial, an explanation, regret. Instead, he only sighed, weary and resigned. “Bianca, I’m sorry.” he said helplessly. “Valentina doesn’t have much time left. This wedding… it was her last wish.” “I’ll make it up to you,” he added. “We can have another wedding later.” My father, Moretti, stood behind him, wearing the same stern expression he’d worn my entire life. I have never seen him smile at me, not even once. “Bianca,” he said sharply, “Your sister is dying. Let her have this.” My brother nodded without saying a single word, as if that was enough to be a solid answer. All my life, they had chosen her—her tears, her whims, her needs—over mine. Today was no different. Something inside me quietly cracked. Fine. If no one in this family cares about me, I’ll leave.

Raya Dante had everything—a loving fiancé, a best friend she trusted, and a seemingly perfect life—until the night she walked in on the ultimate betrayal. Thrown off a building and left for dead, she crashes onto the windshield of Italy’s most powerful and ruthless Mafia boss, Marcello Warner. Marcello has spent years searching for his lost fiancée and sister, and when he sees Raya’s face, he is convinced she is the woman he’s been desperately hunting for. With no memory of her past, Raya is thrust into a dangerous marriage with a man she doesn’t understand—one who holds the key to secrets buried deep within her shattered mind. As Marcello helps Raya take brutal revenge on those who wronged her, a new threat emerges—the same organization that tore them apart years ago. When a mysterious woman claiming to be Marcello’s real fiancée arrives, Raya’s entire existence is thrown into question. Is she truly the lost bride, or just a pawn in someone else’s deadly game? Betrayals mount, lies unravel, and with enemies lurking in the shadows, Raya must uncover the truth before she loses everything—including the man who swore he would never let her go. But when the final battle comes, will Marcello stand by her side, or will he believe the imposter who has stolen her place?

My parents were branded as "traitors" within the Lucchese family. To show the family's mercy, I was taken in as their "sacrificial lamb" to atone for my parents' sins, and I lived with them for 12 years. Those 12 brutal years would have been unbearable if not for one thing: the Don, Antonio Lucchese, had twin heirs who became my only protection. Until that night, when they believed Martina Browne's lies about me and handed me the execution poison known as "The Vow of Silence." "Drink it, Chiara Colombo." Dante Lucchese's voice was cold, his eyes fixed on me. "Prove your loyalty to the Lucchese family." I drank the poison, and it burned through my throat like acid. Through my blurred vision, I watched as his twin brother, Enzo Lucchese, pulled the real traitor close to him. He said coldly, "Take Chiara to the infirmary. Don't let her die in the banquet hall." The day I was released from the hospital, I made a phone call to the Lucchese family's deadliest rival. My voice was hoarse as I spoke each word slowly. "I have evidence that could bury the entire Lucchese family. Marry me, and I'll help you destroy them."

“Let me go Sandro I do not want this marriage anymore” Five years ago, Elena Moretti made a mistake, a careless one. A one night stand with a stranger, she thought everything was fine if she could pretend it never happened but when that night left her pregnant, her parents forced her into marriage with the ruthless, cold Alessandro De Luca. Alessandro never wanted a wife. Marriage meant nothing to him but he was forced into a marriage with the girl he had a one night stand with, a girl from a family with a falling empire, convinced she did this to seduce him for her family gain he made their marriage-unbearable, loveless, distant and built on nothing but obligation. For five years Elena endured his cruelty raising their son in silence. Now she’s done, she wants out. But just as she prepares to leave, their daughter is kidnapped by Sandro’s enemies, forcing them into working together. As they navigate a deadly game of power and betrayal, Elena starts to see the man behind the monster—the husband who was never hers, the father willing to burn the world for their child. Is it too late to turn hatred into love? Or is she going to take the risk of opening her heart again to the man who hurt her?

I married Don Matteo in secret. Every time he fucked his childhood sweetheart, he promised me a real wedding，in front of the Five Families. For five years, Matteo promised me ninety-nine times. And ninety-nine times, he left me at the altar. The first time, Cecilia’s prize-winning show cat died. To comfort her, he postponed the wedding for three months. I stood at the altar alone, eyes red, trying to calm down the family elders. The second time, Cecilia threw a tantrum at a casino and shattered a hundred-million-dollar antique vase. He diverted the private jet meant for their wedding and rushed through the night to clean up her mess. And every time, right before our wedding, his childhood sweetheart would have some kind of emergency. I cried. I screamed. I even held a gun to his head. But Matteo would just pin me against the wall and shut me up with a cold, hard kiss. “She’s just a fuck. You are Mrs. Falcone. Have some goddamn class.” After the ninety-ninth time, I was finally done. I slid the papers across the table. The ink was still wet, the Falcone family seal stamped at the bottom. “Our marriage, our alliance—it’s over.”