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Bound By Vows: My Sleeping Mafia Husband

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 1058    |    Released on: Today at 14:12

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chemical retardant hung in the air

a blackened, ugly scar remained on the lawn

, and blood oaths, but never this. Never a bride setting fi

eaving the rest of us standing in the wre

k. His face was a mask of cold fury. He reached me and, without a word,

haking hiss of rage. "Do you have a

w herself between us, shielding me. "Why wo

ess she'd been defiling minutes ago. She was trying to look innoce

discreetly, capturing every humiliating sec

. "For this... this piece of trash, you dest

tantly. A practiced, perfect performa

a was nowhere in sight. "This is all that girl's fault! Clara! She's a lunatic,

st. She turned back to my father. "This isn't the time to place bla

n her voic

the estate. Find that crazy bitch! I don't want

across the vast grounds, flashlight b

to defend myself. "It was Clara! She's th

ching sound. She clapped a hand over

t. Her gaze narrowed, locking onto Je

e turned sharp, pierc

center of the family's wreckage. The air

ed freely now, a sile

stroke. He pointed at me, his mouth ope

itimate bride was the ultimate disgrace. It wasn't just about i

ng her aside, her voice a venomous w

pulling her behind me. "Mom

sealed our fate. It was no l

, that our branch of the family was finished. Our influence, our standing, our

nora

, I watched my son Paolo lose control and my grandson E

not kept the Falcone name alive for four decades to watch it be dragg

headed cane, my assistant Helen

and tapped it once

a

rough the noise, silencing everyon

f ice. "Hasn't the Falcone name bee

nce was

sistant, my voice too low for the others to hear.

ce and disappear

radio. They had searched the bridal suite. Clara's phone,

As if she had vani

gh Paolo and Lucia. An angry, vengeful wo

lder that she winced through her sobs. He did not notice. His eyes kept darting toward the house, toward th

e careless men

my voice. "And keep every Park representative inside the gates until Clara

d his head and

understood that this was no longer his wedding to ruin or his scandal to explain. The mo

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Bound By Vows: My Sleeping Mafia Husband
Bound By Vows: My Sleeping Mafia Husband
“I wasn't marrying into the Falcone mafia because I was loved. I was being handed over like payment. My parents owed the Falcones a fortune, and I was the daughter they chose to sacrifice. On my wedding day, I was supposed to become the wife of Enzo Falcone, the golden heir of New York's most dangerous mafia family. Then an anonymous message lit up my phone. Want to see your groom? Go to the bridal suite. I went. I found Enzo on my wedding bed with my half-sister. Her dress was pushed up. My lace garter, the one meant for me, was wrapped around her ankle like a trophy. And when the scandal exploded, no one blamed him. His mother called me a lunatic. My half-sister cried pretty, poisonous tears. Then she revealed the final insult. She was pregnant with Enzo's child. They locked down the estate to silence me. They wanted me humiliated, obedient, and disposable. A ruined bride. A convenient scapegoat. A debt paid in flesh and shame. So I gave them a show they would never forget. I walked onto the balcony, set my diamond-studded veil on fire, and dropped the burning silk in front of every elite guest who had come to watch me be sold. Then I went to the true matriarch of the Falcone family and made my own demand. I would not marry a traitor. I would marry Damien Falcone instead. The dead grandson. The fallen Underboss. The legendary God of War. A dead man could not betray me. A dead man could not touch me. A dead man could give me the power to destroy everyone who had tried to bury me. At least, that was what I thought. Until I learned Damien Falcone was not as dead as everyone believed.”