In The Wrong Mafia Don's Bed

Chapter 4

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and delicate lace, but as it clung to my skin, it felt like a beautiful, heavy shroud. The bridal suite w

y against the thick carpet. She reached out, her fingers wrapping tightly around my fre

, hovered near the door, her eyes red-rimmed as she adjusted my veil in silence.

the cathedral, my father

ht's ruined negotiations. Richard Griffin didn't offer a hug or an apology.

ent, and the title to your pink Bentley," he said, his voice hollow and

n of my childhood shattered. I wasn't a beloved daughter walking down the aisle; I was a

r hands locked together in a death grip. Outside the tinted windows, the streets of Chicago had been entirely cleared. We were flanked by a

l display of dominance meant to warn the Kramer family and th

cast fractured, bloody light across the cold marble floor. I walked down the

ar stood m

e face. He didn't even bother to pretend he wanted to be here. Beside him stood the *Don*. Damien Moretti

d mockingly in my mind: *Whoever marries him is truly cursed.* I looke

avy. I exchanged rings with Leo, the cold m

red. The words t

law and God, I wa

iately turned away from me, walking toward his smirking friends without a backward glance. A few feet away, Damien stepped fo

and toward the waiting cars that would take us to the Moretti E

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“When our family empire crumbled, my sister and I were sold off as collateral to the Chicago Outfit. My fierce sister Frankie was forced to marry Damien Moretti, the terrifying Don. I was shackled to his brother Leo, a notorious, degenerate playboy. I thought my life was over, but the real nightmare began on our wedding night. A terrified maid handed me the wrong room key. Exhausted and numb, I crawled into a dark honeymoon suite, praying my new husband would be too drunk to find me. Instead, the heavy door opened, and a man fueled by a drug-laced drink stepped in. He was ruthless, punishing, and entirely stripped away my dignity in the pitch black. When the morning light finally broke, I turned my head, expecting to see Leo's boyish face. Instead, I saw a profile carved from ice. Damien Moretti. The Don. My sister's husband. The very man who had previously called me a "liability" and ruined my life. When he realized who I was, his eyes filled with absolute, chilling disgust. He dragged me out of the ruined sheets, threw me onto the floor of a freezing shower, and demanded to know why I had sneaked into his suite. "You ruined me. How am I supposed to look at Frankie? You should have just killed me. Kill me now, Damien. It would be a mercy compared to this." I sobbed, the freezing water mingling with my tears. He just stared down at me with cold, unreadable intent. I was now trapped in a house of monsters, carrying the Don's darkest secret, and I had to figure out how to survive without destroying my sister.”