Substitute Bride: Taming The Masked Mafia Don

Chapter 6

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oul. Damien's finger was steady on the trigger. Behind the si

wills playing out in the space of a few feet. Eddie s

, chaos

lew open, slamming

. I recognized her. Cornelia Gallo, Chairman Constantine's sister, a spoiled p

vious to the guns, the tension, the silent tableau of death sh

me, her hands c

ion beneath the mask one of pure

before she reached m

ge. I didn't

llap

a sharp, precise jab into Eddie's ribs-a pre-arranged signal. He grunted and stumbled back a

ttered with a sou

the per

o my chest as if I'd been struck. I pointed a tre

filled with manufactured terror

ouched me. She stared at me, then at her own hands, then back

rily stunned. They had seen the tru

vy footsteps thundered down the hall. The door, already open, was fi

d on the floor. The Don, armed and watching. And a strange woman

a dozen rifle barrels were aimed at

her!" Cornelia stammered,

sleeve..." I whispered, my voice raspy. "What did

iveled to Cornelia's ela

d, his face grim. "Miss Gallo. Raise yo

dignation. "Do you know who I am? My father is Consta

unmoved. "On the Don's wedding night, anyone who enters his p

The crisis with Eddie was averted. The gun was no longer pointed

t. His gaze flickered between me and Cornelia, his mind clearly working, analyzing, calculating. I could almost hea

s" form, at Damien's impassive mask, and the reality of her sit

shed to my side. "Signora, are you alrigh

head weakly, and cast a terrifi

er my best

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Substitute Bride: Taming The Masked Mafia Don

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“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.”