Mafia Marriage From Betrayal to Obsession
On the third anniversary of our engagement, my fiancé—Dominic Corleone, heir to one of the most powerful Mafia dynasties in New York—told me he was not ready to form a new family so that our wedding would have to postpone.
I told myself to wait for some time, the bond between the Corleones and the Valentinos—our families’ sacred alliance—would hold us together.
But what followed were his endless betrayals and tortures.
I walked into a bridal boutique and saw him laughing with Liliane, the childhood friend who always lingered too close.
I watched him destroy the wedding gown I had spent months designing—then crush my hand beneath his heel until it bled.
And when I thought I had hit rock bottom, he proved I was wrong—by getting behind the wheel and running me down.
He thought I’d beg and cling to him, terrified of losing the Corleone name and privilege that came with it.
But instead, I made one phone call and insisted firmly on canceling the engagement.
However, that call didn’t just end a marriage arrangement.
It unearthed a secret that had been buried for over a decade…and turned a marriage born of duty into a story of dark devotion.