After My Ex Left Me At The Altar, I Married the King of the Underworld
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On my wedding day, my mafia fiancé, Ryder Conti, had his men bar me from the church.
Instead, he walked down the aisle with another woman on his arm.
He shrugged at me through the iron gates.
"Emilia, the Contis need an heir, and Carmela is carrying a Rossi."
"Once I use the Rossi influence to solidify my position in the Family, I'll divorce her. You'll still be my woman."
Everyone thought I would obediently nod and wait for him to come back.
For ten years, I had loved him more than life itself, even cutting ties with my family for him.
That very night, I boarded a private jet to Sicily to accept an arranged marriage with the Godfather of the Vettori family.
From then on, I