Substitute Bride: Taming The Masked Mafia Don

Chapter 4

Word Count: 695 | Released on: 24/06/2026

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guards stood frozen, their guns still trained on me, but their eyes were flickering with uncertain

ors of the main

wasn'

of the steps, his face a mask of cold professionalism. He looked

is voice flat and devoid of emotion. "I w

his was the counter-move. A deeper, more cutting humiliation. He wouldn't

e to rage. To s

aug

w into a full, clear laugh that e

jaw tig

for everyone to hear. "Unwell? I heard Don Valachi was 'The Reaper' on the battlefield.

stone. "Ma'am, I sugge

essing the crowd of shocked faces in the windows. "But it seems I've

mockery that had been aimed at me was now tu

ipping the arms of his wheelchair, his knuckles white. I imagined th

walking up the steps until I was level with Kyl

ny, almost imperc

accept my vows on behalf of Damien Valach

ee a fine sheen on his forehea

to the silent,

ringing with authority. "If he is too much of a coward to face me, then let him announce i

rdly

t an insult anymore. This was a challenge to his very identity, his right to rule. I

ds could do. If he went through with this proxy ceremony, that title would

t make thi

. "Don..." he whispered, his

layed my hand. No

e the house. The sound of somet

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wave of relief, mixed with fear, wa

closed behind him, began to o

ged from the

ir, a silver mask hiding half

n Val

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Substitute Bride: Taming The Masked Mafia Don

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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?"”