The Don Married My Sister, I Had One Day Left
After I gave myself the last dose of painkiller, I stood outside the hotel all afternoon in the vintage couture gown Lucian had chosen for me himself.
The black Bentley motorcade that was supposed to come for the bride never arrived. What I heard instead was the chatter of people passing by.
"Did you hear? The youngest Don in New York is getting married. He and the bride have been together ten years."
That stopped me, because Lucian and I had only been together seven.
"They say he bought a blue diamond, the only one of its kind in the world, just to set it in her ring. He's proposing at the church today."
The moment I pushed open the church doors, Lucian looked straight at me.
"Cassie, I kne