Substitute Bride: Taming The Masked Mafia Don

Chapter 5

Word Count: 727 | Released on: 24/06/2026

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faint whir of its electric motor. Every eye was on me. The air was t

locked

of her own making. The dirt on her dress was a badge of h

sn't a

brittle. I studied her, trying to peel back the layers of this audacious performance. The sharp

rever, Don Valachi," she said, her tone light, co

from disuse. "Chairman Constantine found you an excell

signed by my so-called brother Constantine to gauge my r

was life, Don. And it taught me that if you want something

her. This game would b

rembling priest who had be

cred words in a profane setting. The priest stumbled over t

ctly at me, her eyes glinting. "I do," she said, her vo

t was unm

applause. Just a hea

e Signora to the master suite,"

ide, a prisoner in h

led luxury. But her presence had already changed the room's dynamic. She stood by the window,

was no

ruck stood beside her. He was dressed as a waiter,

asked, my voice

, Eddie," she replied

," I sai

to me, his jaw set. "My apologies, Don. My duty is to the

his was a direct challenge to my author

est of my wheelchair. The silenced pistol felt cool and familiar in my h

weapon in a smooth

turned

," I said, my voice a dead c

His loyalty was absolute. His eyes wer

Would she sacrifice he

ked slowly, deliberately, until she was standing directl

my pistol, her gaze meeting

" she said, her voice low and laced with ste

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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?"”