My Wedding Belonged to Another Woman
After five years by Leonardo Rizzo's side through bloodshed and gunfire, I had finally made it to our wedding day.
In those five years, my surgical skill had earned me a reputation throughout Chicago. I had saved Leonardo more times than I could count.
But as I stood at the altar in my wedding dress, he walked straight past me and slipped my ring onto his adopted sister Julia Rizzo's finger.
My whole body went rigid.
Leonardo looked back at me. There was a hint of apology in his voice, but he made no move to take back the ring. "Baby, when Julia and I were children, I promised she'd be my bride at my first wedding. As the Don of the Rizzo family, I can't break a promise. You'll understand, w