The Ex-Fiancé You Can't Afford To Lose

Madel Cerda

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I stood in the ballroom with a diamond ring in my pocket, waiting to be crowned King of the empire I had built from the ground up. Instead, the woman I loved walked to the microphone and signed my death warrant with a smile. Serena didn't announce our engagement. She announced that Luca Moretti-an incompetent associate I'd almost fired three times-was the new Underboss and her partner in life. Then, she kissed him. Deep and possessive, right in front of the entire Commission. My heart didn't break; it simply stopped. Luca smirked at me, wearing a suit that was too tight, while Serena looked at me with cold, dead eyes. "Dante is the old guard," she told the crowd, dismissing me like a waiter. "We are moving in a new direction." They stripped me of my title. They humiliated me on live television. They thought they had taken my crown. But they forgot one crucial detail. I was the Architect. I had built the encrypted logistics system that kept the FBI in the dark. A system that required my specific biometric code every morning to function. I didn't make a scene. I didn't scream. I simply placed the ring on a waiter's tray and walked out into the night. Forty-eight hours later, the Vitiello empire was in a freefall. The accounts were frozen. The shipments were flagged. My phone buzzed. It was Serena. "Dante," she panicked, her voice trembling. "Fix it. Now." I took a sip of my espresso and smiled at the chaos on the news. "I'm afraid I can't do that, Serena. You fired the only pilot who knows how to fly the plane."

Betrayal Revenge Mafia Mafia Revenge

Chapter 8

01-16 19:00

Chapter 1

I stood in the ballroom with a diamond ring in my pocket, waiting to be crowned King of the empire I had built from the ground up.

Instead, the woman I loved walked to the microphone and signed my death warrant with a smile.

Serena didn't announce our engagement.

She announced that Luca Moretti-an incompetent associate I'd almost fired three times-was the new Underboss and her partner in life.

Then, she kissed him. Deep and possessive, right in front of the entire Commission.

My heart didn't break; it simply stopped.

Luca smirked at me, wearing a suit that was too tight, while Serena looked at me with cold, dead eyes.

"Dante is the old guard," she told the crowd, dismissing me like a waiter. "We are moving in a new direction."

They stripped me of my title. They humiliated me on live television. They thought they had taken my crown.

But they forgot one crucial detail.

I was the Architect.

I had built the encrypted logistics system that kept the FBI in the dark. A system that required my specific biometric code every morning to function.

I didn't make a scene. I didn't scream. I simply placed the ring on a waiter's tray and walked out into the night.

Forty-eight hours later, the Vitiello empire was in a freefall. The accounts were frozen. The shipments were flagged.

My phone buzzed. It was Serena.

"Dante," she panicked, her voice trembling. "Fix it. Now."

I took a sip of my espresso and smiled at the chaos on the news.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Serena. You fired the only pilot who knows how to fly the plane."

Chapter 1

Dante POV

I stood at the periphery of the ballroom, clutching a diamond that cost more than my first apartment, waiting to be crowned King, when the woman I had built an empire for walked to the microphone and signed my death warrant with a smile.

The champagne in my flute had gone tepid.

That should have been my first clue.

Tonight was supposed to be the coronation. The Vitiello family was shedding its skin, going legitimate. We were launching the IPO that would wash our blood money clean, turning generations of violence into generational wealth.

I was the Architect.

I had constructed the laundering systems, the encrypted logistics, and the network of senators on retainer that kept the FBI in the dark.

I was the Underboss.

And tonight, Serena Vitiello, the Donna, was supposed to announce our engagement.

The spotlight hit her. She looked like a vision in red silk, the kind of beauty that made men start wars. I had killed for her. I had cleaned up the messes her father left behind. I had kept her hands clean while mine were stained permanently red.

"Dante," she had whispered to me only this morning. "Tonight, we rule together."

I touched the velvet box in my tuxedo pocket.

"Thank you all for joining us," Serena said, her voice amplified across the silent room. "This company is a testament to strength. To vision. To the future."

She paused. Her eyes scanned the crowd. They landed on me for a fraction of a second.

There was nothing in them. No love. No warmth. Just the cold, dead calculation of a stranger.

"And to lead us into this brave new future," she continued, smiling brighter than I had ever seen, "I am proud to introduce my partner in life and business. The new Underboss of the Vitiello family. Luca Moretti."

The room went silent.

The applause that followed was scattered, confused.

Luca stepped out from the shadows. He was wearing a suit that was too tight, straining at the seams, grinning like a scavenger who had just stumbled upon a carcass he didn't kill.

Luca. An associate I had almost fired three times for gross incompetence. A man who thought strategy meant shooting the loudest person in the room.

He walked up to Serena. He didn't shake her hand. He kissed her.

On the mouth. Deep and possessive.

My heart didn't break; it simply stopped. The silence in my chest was absolute, drowned out only by the deafening ringing in my ears.

I didn't move. I didn't scream.

I felt the eyes of the Commission members on me. The heavy, judgmental stares of the old Dons who knew exactly who did the work in this city. They looked from me to Luca, then back to me.

Disbelief. Pity.

I loathed the pity more than the betrayal.

Serena pulled away from Luca, breathless. She looked at the crowd, her hand resting on Luca's chest.

"Dante Cavallaro has served us well," she said, her tone dismissive, like she was thanking a waiter. "But the future belongs to the bold. Dante is... the old guard. We are moving in a new direction."

Luca grabbed the mic. "Yeah. The old man is out. The real players are here now."

He laughed. It was a hollow, stupid sound.

I looked down at my hand. It wasn't shaking. I was surprisingly calm. It was the calm of a man who realizes the building is burning down, but he is the only one who knows where the exits are.

I reached into my pocket.

A man named Marco who had been with me since the street corners, stepped up beside me. His hand was inside his jacket, gripping a pistol.

"Boss," Marco whispered, his voice trembling with rage. "Say the word. We drop them right now. On live TV. I don't care."

"No," I said.

My voice was steady. Low.

"But she just..."

"Let them have it," I said.

I pulled the velvet box out of my pocket. I didn't open it. I walked over to the nearest waiter, a terrified kid balancing a tray of empty glasses.

I placed the box on his tray.

"Keep the tip," I said.

I turned my back on the stage. I turned my back on Serena Vitiello.

"Dante!" Serena called out. Her voice was sharp, commanding. She expected me to stop. She expected me to argue, to beg, to make a scene she could use to paint me as the unstable ex-lover.

I kept walking.

"Where are you going?" Luca shouted. "You walking out on family? That breaks the Code, Dante!"

I stopped at the double doors. I didn't look back.

"I am not the one who broke the Code," I said, loud enough for the front row to hear.

I pushed the doors open. The cool night air hit my face.

Marco and ten of my best soldiers followed me out. We left the gala, the lights, and the woman I had loved for a decade.

Serena thought she had taken my crown. She didn't realize she had just locked herself in the cockpit of a plane that was already in a nosedive, and I was the only pilot who knew how to fly.