Substitute Bride: Taming The Masked Mafia Don

Chapter 4

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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

mil

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

Hei Baidong Mafia

“I was dragged back from the countryside by my biological father for one simple reason: to be a sacrificial lamb. He ordered me to marry the terrifying mafia Don, Damien Valachi, in place of my precious half-sister, Jalynn. Everyone in the underworld knew the rumors. The Don was a ruthless reaper, and his brides never survived the wedding night. My stepmother slapped on a fake smile, reaching for my hands. "Cleo, darling. This is your duty. An honor, really." Behind her, Jalynn hid her triumphant smirk, secretly relieved she could keep warming another mobster's bed without getting caught. They thought they could just throw my life away to secure their wealth and power. My father even set up a rigged trust fund for my so-called "compensation," planning to legally snatch the money back the moment my corpse went cold. To them, I was just a disposable pawn, a piece of trash meant to die so their perfect little family could thrive. Did they really think I was just a helpless country girl they could easily manipulate, rob, and send to the slaughterhouse? I smiled coldly at their smug faces and demanded twenty million dollars. Before stepping into a military-grade armored truck to crash my own wedding, I had my hacker drain every last cent from my father's accounts. Let them plan my funeral. It was time to show my terrible family and the monster of New York exactly who they were dealing with.”