My Mafia Fiancé’s Fake Bride
My anxiety spiked during our wedding photoshoot. A sharp pain stabbed through my chest.
My fiancé, Caius—the Falcone family heir—was helping his adoptive sister, Fiorella, try on my wedding dress.
He didn't even spare me a glance. He was on one knee, focused on adjusting the lace on Fiorella’s hem.
Before we’d even left the shop, Fiorella posted a selfie in the dress. She was all smiles, my fiancé standing beside her, posed like her groom.
Calmly, I pulled out my phone. I sent a message to a painter I keep on retainer.
"A royal portrait. The two of them. Old-world style. Use the cheapest materials you can find. I want the frame dripping with fake diamonds. Make it look like trash."
I'll have it sent to Fiorella. A wedding present. The note will be simple.
"A work of art as priceless as your bond. Best wishes on your wedding."