SPARE PARTS

I stood at the altar, about to marry Enzo, a notorious and bloodthirsty Mafia Capo.

Suddenly, my own mother stormed the blood-red carpet, hurling illicit photographs at my face to frame me as a woman of scandalous ruin.

She screamed to the armed guests that I was ruined, and pulled out my hidden, "pure" twin sister Sienna to take my place.

Enzo immediately discarded me, possessively taking Sienna's hand and announcing her as his real bride.

But he didn't let me go; he dragged me into a soundproof room, his eyes scanning my face like a surgeon evaluating a transplant.

That was when I learned the horrifying truth: my mother and sister had sold me.

Enzo didn't want a wife; he wanted a perfect donor for a procedure to restore his scarred childhood sweetheart, and I was just the backup spare.

For years, I had scrubbed floors and surrendered my youth to pay off my mother's crushing medical debts.

I couldn't believe my own family had faked the illness just to drain my blood, only to hand me over to a monster's operating table for a massive wire transfer.

But before Enzo could take my face, the ruling Don raided the estate, exposing the hidden underground lab where Sienna had already lost her life.

Looking at my bankrupt mother begging on her knees in the dirt days later, I didn't feel a shred of pity.

"You signed the contract."

I stepped around her sobbing form and got into the Don's car, completely dead to my toxic past.

Chapter 1

Gianna POV

I stood at the altar beside a man whose reputation was whispered in connection with the quiet, terrible things that happened to his enemies, when my own mother stormed the blood‑red carpet.

Using the bride's‑mother‑privilege as a passkey through the outer cordon of security, she hurled a stack of illicit photographs at my face, screaming to the armed guests that I was a shameless woman who belonged to the nightlife, a used‑up creature unfit to wear white.

The glossy prints fanned out across the marble, each one a stark black‑and‑white frame of my silhouette leaving a notorious syndicate nightclub in the dead of night. A place I had haunted only to service the crushing medical debts she swore were killing her.