Revenge at the Altar
I turned a nobody from the streets into a Mafia, and I defied my papa—a man who loved me more than anything—to do it.
For five years, I cast aside the honor of being a Principessa, all for the dream of a life with him.
I thought the man I loved was on the verge of becoming the next Don of the Moretti family.
But then my papa collapsed during his prayers in the church, suffering a massive cardiac arrest in the one place he believed was most sacred, most safe.
Robin was by my side day and night, whispering encouragement. "Isabella, you have to be strong. It's the only way your papa can rest in peace."
I was planning our wedding, ready to marry the man I thought I could trust with my life, when I overheard him talking to his mistress, Ava.
"We finally got rid of the old bastard."
"Once I marry Isabella, half the Moretti empire will be ours.."
The five years I had willingly dedicated to him had been nothing more than an incubator for his twisted ambition.
I wiped my tears and became the Moretti family's princess once more. I swore I would make them pay in blood.
So, on the night before my wedding, I picked up my phone and dialed my brother's number.
"Brother," I said. "It's time to close the net."