Rising From Shadows: True Mafia Bride

e most ruthless mafia boss i

ing veil, his eyes filled

stepped forward and publicly declared me a deranged impo

a holding room, and threaten

e, ordering me to take a hush-money

front of me, wearing my dead m

scars, and my position, feeding Salvatore a fa

e bloody streets of Chicago alo

ntirely blind to the fact that his beloved fake bride w

Salvatore desperately begged me to take t

erest in the R

him. I came to burn their

pte

ealized I was not the woman he loved, I had precisely three seconds to establish

ll at the altar of th

the funereal scent of lilies and

no was not a m

r the smuggling routes of seven eastern seaboard ports a

on a mountain of bodies a

ark eyes were lo

ctured under the sudden pressure of his grip, the sound a single

d down onto the prist

sacramental red wine mixed wit

o pure it seemed to draw the warmt

t loud, but the vibration of it seemed t

dly quiet that the ticking of a pocket w

shadows, their hands moving to the wea

I said, my voice a ca

y who you are su

olished leather shoe grinding a shard of gl

ribs feel fused to my spine; each attempt to draw breath bro

aving no room for debate. "You infiltrated my

his handsome,

were meant to marry Camilla?

a dark, moc

the name of the woman I hav

read your own con

wn. The movement was slight, but it was enough to

ismissive finger, and the me

ich I extracted two distinct documents. I unfolded the firs

ther explicitly demands the union between th

id not take

like I was a rat

the eldest

wing the second document from the folio and unfurling

sso, the first wife of Boss Pietro Russo. C

black dress stepp

s mother, the cords in her nec

ce was negotiated directly with Sofia Russ

Boss seal," I pointed out. "Not Sofia's.

e's jaw

ne from his jacket, depressed a n

om was a physical wei

her's voice echoed t

sso sound

calm. "There is a woman at my altar claiming to be your e

eavy pause on

nt away twenty years ago. She is dead to this Family. Camilla is your bri

his gaze descending upon me wit

cked. "You come into my home, ruin my wedd

es 'Eldest'," I said, my composure a perfect,

or," Salvatore

ersight for a D

stepmother, glided toward the altar, her feature

, reaching out to grab my arm. "Come with me

out of h

u read the specifics of the contract bef

es flashed

rs. Romano ordered the gua

stepped toward me,

, my voice carrying to the very back of the roo

coffed. "Th

ng Clause Se

man standing near the pr

the Consigliere aske

eyes on

y. "The breaching Family must forfeit thirty perce