The Orphan He Dismissed Was A Mafia Princess
The day I went for my final wedding dress fitting, I scrolled past a new video posted by Linsey Hart—my fiancé’s childhood friend.
She held up her left hand to the camera, and there, catching the studio lights, was the ring—the one that signified the donna of the Lucciano family. The one that was supposed to be mine.
She tilted her head toward the camera and asked, "Salvatore, you’re really giving this to me? Are you sure your fiancée won’t mind?"
His voice came from off-screen, lazy, unhurried. "It’s just a ring. Chiara won’t care. I’ll get her something better. As my donna, she’ll need to learn to be generous."
My heart sank at those words.
All those months of planning, all that antic