Fiancé of the Underworld, Target of My Revenge
To protect his biological child, the mafia Don deliberately announces to the world that my fiance is his long-lost son.
A Rolls-Royce pulls up outside my house. My fiance stares at his custom-tailored suit, his entire body trembling with excitement.
I'm about to tell him it's all a lie when he shoves me aside and brushes off his sleeves with disgust, like he's touching something filthy.
"Stay away from me. I can smell the poverty on you from here!"
"Since I'm the Don's son, our engagement is over. An unwanted nobody like you isn't even fit to lick my boots."
I try to explain, but he pulls out a check and slams it against my face—the sharp paper edge slices across my cheek.
"Here's a million dollars. Consider it a breakup fee, and don't bother me again. We're not from the same world anymore."
Watching the check flutter down into the mud, I quietly dim my phone screen.
On it is a text from my father, the mafia Don. "Mia cara figlia, bear with it a little longer. Papa will bring you home soon to take over the family."
Since he wants to burn every bridge between us, fine. He can have all this fortune on a silver platter.
Whether he'll live long enough to enjoy it is another question entirely.