Substitute Bride: Taming The Masked Mafia Don

Chapter 6

Word Count: 704 | Released on: 24/06/2026

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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 daughter, a spoiled

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

rning to indignation. "Do you know who I a

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

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

n his wheelchair, an observer now, a ki

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 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?"”