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Substitute Bride: Taming The Masked Mafia Don

Chapter 3

Word Count: 691 | Released on: 24/06/2026

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in gate. From my vantage point in the west wing, I watched o

nto the intercom, his voice dripping with t

Mrs. Valachi's vehicle is t

r of her place. She was not a guest o

itated. The ca

the back d

y. She stood there for a moment, surveying the imposing black ir

ed... un

o a beat-up looking gardening truck parked down the road. A man got

d amused glances. What was she do

s fluttering in the wind. She pulled ope

inforced steel. The thick, bulletp

a garden

transport vehicl

ral, angry sound that vibrated thr

e cracked with panic over the comms.

their rifles. Warn

ored th

a thunderclap. Metal screamed, groaned, and then buckled inward. The custom-made, ha

elessly against th

reckage, tearing up the manicured lawn, and scre

red across

and the grounds, surrounding the vehicle, thei

were crowding the windows, their fac

mposure gone. "Don... she... she ramm

cleaning my favorite pi

long time, I felt something other t

... in

mile touched my lip

r of the armored

dirt and grease, but somehow, it only made her stand o

nted at her head. She ignored the

of the house, and I knew, with absolu

rom her skirt, a gesture of s

voice, clear and car

ride i

om my men. They were frozen, uns

p, mocking edge to her voice

use, his face pale, pointing a trembl

t him, her gaze stil

p in the face to my entire family, "is the Don of the Val

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“I was dragged back from the countryside by my father for one purpose: to be a sacrificial lamb. He ordered me to marry the mafia Don Damien Valachi in place of my sister. Everyone in the underworld knew that this Don's brides never saw the light of the next day. My stepmother put on a fake smile and took my hand, calling it an "honor"; my sister hid behind her, unable to conceal the gleam of triumph in her eyes. I smiled coldly and held up two fingers: "Twenty million dollars. Now." My father tried to play tricks, planning to take back the money from my trust fund after I died, but I had someone transfer every cent out before the wedding, leaving him a zero balance. The next day, the wedding car pulled up to the Valachi estate. The butler ordered the driver to use the service entrance-it seemed my groom didn't think I was worthy of the front gate. I got out and switched to an armored vehicle. I floored the accelerator, crashing straight through the estate gates. The gates shattered, and I didn't stop until I reached the main steps. I jumped out, the heel of my shoe crushing a broken iron railing, and shouted: "The bride is here." I looked up, scanning every window until my gaze stopped on one dark pane. I knew Damien was watching. I brushed the dust off my skirt, raised my voice a notch, and smiled: "What, the Don of the Valachi family doesn't dare come out to meet his new wife?"”