Abandoned at the Altar, Married to His Uncle
Before the wedding, Lena had snuck to see me, knelt on my floor, and begged me to call off the marriage.
She said her and Vincent were in love.
But the marriage between the Sorrentinos and the Morettis wasn’t just about love. It was the backbone of the entire East Coast arms smuggling ring. Lives depended on it. I
f I called it off, the blame would fall on my family, the Morettis, and we’d be ruined. I’d had no choice but to say no.
I never thought she’d hold that against me, all these years later.
I didn’t have the energy to rehash it now. I looked up at them, my voice breaking, begging: “Please. Call a doctor. I’ll let this all go, I swear, just call a doctor.”
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