Rejected by the Mafia Don, Claimed by His Rival

world was built on the promise that I would marry Dante M

He was going to cast me aside for another woman, Isab

ue queen. When a crystal chandelier fell from the ceiling, he use

he shoved my head under the freezing water of a p

d with a scent he thought was mine. It was all a lie-a custom perfume Isabella had been

rother's offer to escape to the rival Falcone territory. As our jet prepared for takeoff,

pte

sia

he foundation of my world. But on the eve of our betrothal, st

rthday. But a strange scent stopped me at the door. Cheap perfume and the faint, cloying

oices. His, and

s voice a low rumble. "When I present my real fam

child?" J

nough like her. We'll pass it off as ours. A

yed me. It wasn't a sound. It was a feeling, a vicious snarl that uncoil

not have some soft, pat

marble floor with a sickening crack. Inside, the sculpture of two figures entw

god. He had eliminated them without a flicker of emotion. The scent of him-leather and cold steel-had filled my senses as he'd pressed a piece of his moth

he idea of him, the future Don of the Moretti Family. I was the perfect, promised bride from a r

wasn't a sharp sting. It was a cold, heavy thing that settled in my bones,

he grand estate and into the rainy night. The cold drops soaked through my thin dress, b

rees and pulled out my phone. My fingers trem

Just neede

A neces

d... to Falcone territory.

other first. He'd offered me an escape route weeks ago, a "visit" to o

body aching. My phone buzzed.

ounce my chosen woman and he

t was a command. A fin

typing a reply that felt like

my

'd given me once. The book of poetry. One by one, I fed them to the flames. I