Cerita Pendek Secret Love Mafia & Novel Independence Regret

On graduation day, I caught Julian—the boy who had been my shadow for twelve years—pinning another woman against the wall, kissing her hard. His hand smacked her ass before he scooped her up and carried her into the hotel. When my call interrupted him, he just hung up impatiently and texted back: "Aria, stop playing the fragile little girl with your panic attacks. I'm not your babysitter anymore." "I'm the next in line for the Valerius family. I have real business to handle. I don't have the energy to be your nanny." Then, he coldly sent me a link to some newly developed AI personal assistant app. "If you're that lonely, go chat with the AI. It's way more useful than you clinging to me every day." I stood frozen, tears streaming down my face. A suffocating wave of heartbreak and loss swallowed me whole. My parents died saving his parents—the current Don and Donna of the Valerius Family. We grew up together. He took care of me for twelve years. I always thought he loved me. I even thought we'd get married one day. But now, I was just a burden. An annoyance. Watching his back disappear into the hotel lobby, I numbly downloaded the app. "What color should I wear to the graduation party?" "Burgundy. It complements your pale skin and hugs your curves perfectly." "I want to change up my jewelry too..." "You have beautiful collarbones. You don't need anything complicated. A minimalist platinum necklace would be perfect." "Where should I go for my solo graduation trip?" "Your private account shows a love for the Mediterranean. Go to the Amalfi Coast. The sun will look good on you." "Okay. I'll listen to you." Wait. Something was wrong. Why would an AI app know about my secret Instagram account?

At the awards for the Global Jewelry Design Competition, my stepsister Sandra took the grand prize. She used the designs she stole from me. What she didn’t know was the show’s biggest sponsor: Jude Moretti. Godfather of the Moretti family. A bloodthirsty monster scarred in an explosion, a man they say can never have children. And the grand prize? Becoming the Godfather’s bride. That night, Moretti’s men, all in black, delivered a gold-trimmed marriage contract. They were here for the “genius designer.” My fiancé, Marco, panicked. He whisked Sandra off to Vegas to save her. They got married that night. With the deed done, Sandra strutted back in, wearing my silk robe. She flashed the ring on her finger and the hickies all over her neck. “Marco’s mine now,” she purred. “What are you going to do, Odessa? The Godfather’s only giving you a day. If you don’t marry him, the Family will have to appease him. That means sending you to the red-light district. Selling you to the kind of sicko who gets off on broken things.” She was wrong. I had another choice. I found my father and stepmother, both scrambling to deal with the contract. “I’ll do it,” I said. “I’ll marry the Godfather.”

My childhood sweetheart, Arthur Greco, always thought I was a liar. He swore that during a street shootout when we were 15, I'd hidden in a corner, shaking. But he also claimed that once we were safe, I'd said I had taken the bullet meant for him. According to him, only after someone called me out did I admit that my cousin, Daisy Conti, had saved him. He also said that during my recent trip abroad, I'd bragged to everyone that I'd saved someone's life without even trying. But Victor Corvino, the Don of the Corvino family, sent his thank-you gift to Daisy with great fanfare. In front of the leaders and senior members of every major family, Arthur shrugged helplessly. "What can you do? Angela just loves to brag. I'm used to it. "If she ever tells you someone wants to marry her, don't believe a word of it. "Otherwise, I'll end up having to apologize to each of you on her behalf." The whole room roared with laughter, and I became the laughingstock of our world. By the time the party ended, every family that had been interested in a match had backed out. When Arthur came to pick up Daisy, my brother, Carlos Marchetti, was chewing me out. "Angela, your reputation's in the gutter! Who would dare marry you now?" I calmly kept cleaning my Browning and laughed softly. "Someone said he'd give me his entire empire as a wedding gift." Out in the hall, Arthur scoffed impatiently. "Angela, are you lying again? Who besides me would even give you the time of day?"