The Don Lost His Bride To His Greatest Enemy
I was with Don Massimo for five years. The whole time, he never hid his favorite: Cara. His driver’s daughter. The man who took a bullet for him.
He called it paying a debt. Like a fool, I bought it.
He gave her jewels. Fast cars. He even bought her a goddamn island.
Three days before the wedding, I found out he'd moved the venue. Not to my family's estate in Sicily. But to the island. Her island.
His excuse? Cara was claustrophobic. Couldn't handle a big indoor wedding.
I was done.
Three days later, the wedding happened on that island. But the bride was a no-show.
Massimo was publicly humiliated. He tore the city apart looking for me.
That’s when he found out. He thought he was marrying me. Instead, I married his greatest enemy. Nikolai Volkov. The Godfather of the Russian Bratva.
He ditched Cara. He ran to my family's estate and waited. Seven days and nights. With flowers, a ring, and a whole lot of begging.