His Rotten Vow
Her damaged lungs flared up, triggering a familiar tightness in her chest fueled by sheer panic.
She stood entirely alone at the altar. There were no warm floral arrangements, no music, and most crucially... no groom. Damon Moretti hadn’t bothered to show up, proving he had forced this marriage not to claim her, but to trample her dignity from day one.
The silence in the hall was thick enough to drown in. Sara could hear the erratic thud of her own heart.
Below the altar, dozens of eyes watched her with contempt, their faces twisted in sneers as hushed, derogatory whispers filled the room. They were members of the Moretti mafia—hard-faced men who viewed her as nothing more than a cheap pri