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Bound By Vows: My Sleeping Mafia Husband

Chapter 3

Word Count: 890 | Released on: Today at 14:12

amily chapel was

lanted firmly on the stone path. Beside her, her husband and for

nnifer were arranged before them lik

oors of the cha

rection, expecting to see a s

was j

ed out

. The six-figure wedding gown was gone. In its place, I wore

pale, serene mask. There were no

eld a large, orn

nt scar above his left eyebrow. Damien Falcone. Eleonora's grandson. T

o was supp

tary step back, as i

as solely on the matriarch. I walked directly to

, carrying in the quiet night. "I apologize for the

ce twist in fury, but Eleonora's sharp g

t marry a traitor. Not after I saw my own fiancé in the bridal suite with my half-sister, using our wedding day t

, almost fanatical devotion. "But I will still honor my commi

o my chest, holding i

the hero of the Falcone family.

ard. It was so profound I could hea

ll thought I had finally

ncredulous laugh. "You'r

hips of ice. "Shut up. A living coward has

a physical blow. He flinch

ked in Eleonora's eyes. She studied me, truly seeing

urprise. He saw it too. The s

Falcone for years. Every woman in our world knows what he was. Powerful. Honorabl

d remained u

. Let me wear his name with dignity. Let me be his widow, so the ma

tened around th

guardian of his legacy. I will be the shield that protects this family's honor from the stain of scandal. The Park family's business networks, our p

was not about me. It was abou

time. The only sound was the

striking the stone with

," sh

e air, stunning eve

ly in the doorway. "Father, prepare the ceremony. Tonig

te sound. "Eleonora, you can't

time. "I, the matriarch of the Falcone family, declare this m

back inside to mak

bsurd, funereal wedding, I had just executed the most impossible comeback of my lif

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Bound By Vows: My Sleeping Mafia Husband

Zhen Xiang Mafia

“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.”