THE MAFIA'S STOLEN BRIDE

d and steady, as Isabella Mo

d-not from love,

ed to be her hap

, the whispers of admiration from the g

side her whisper

ome, successful, and every parent's dream son-in-law. Their families

ingers tremble a

er mother's eyes gleamed with pride, her friend

lla Moretti, t

the church slammed open

ed. Gasps sprea

as a blade, his presence radiating raw danger. His dark eyes scann

lla f

ounded by men in black, armed and merci

ed forward p

e hell

ed into the coldest smil

here to collect w

rch. Murmurs rippled

could stop him. His hand clamped a

sped, pulling back.

angerous, sending ch

promised to me long befor

a's eyes widened in

f the man's guards shoved him to the gro

ose to Isabella, his b

DeLuca. From this moment o

n, he swept her into his arms an

ail of shattered vo