Substitute Bride: Taming The Masked Mafia Don

Chapter 5

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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

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.”