Marry My Enemys Son

Rejected by the Son, I Chose the Don

Rabbit

On my wedding day, my father sold me to the Chicago Outfit to pay his debts. I was supposed to marry Alex Moreno, the heir to the city's most powerful crime family. But he couldn't even be bothered to show up. As I stood alone at the altar, humiliated, my best friend delivered the final blow. Alex hadn't just stood me up; he had run off to California with his mistress. The whispers in the cathedral turned me into a joke. I was damaged goods, the rejected bride. His family knew the whole time and let me take the public fall, offering me his cousins as pathetic replacements-a brute who hated me or a coward who couldn't protect me. The humiliation burned away my fear, leaving only cold rage. My life was already over, so I decided to set the whole game on fire myself. The marriage pact only said a Carlson had to marry a Moreno; it never said which one. With nothing left to lose, I looked past the pathetic boys they offered. I chose the one man they never expected. I chose his father, the Don himself.

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"Are you ready, Luana?"

The question hung in the air. A question that Luana already knew the answer to because she couldn't come up with any other answer to it. The young woman's lips felt so tight that Luana couldn't even get a word out.

Looking at her reflection in the long, large mirror, Luana looked absolutely beautiful today. Her body looked perfect in an ivory white wedding dress, with ribbon and lace accents along the shoulders that further exuded her strong aura of femininity.

The dress was one of the designs of a famous designer in their city, but it was not made for Luana to wear. No, it wasn't. It was not Luana who had to wear the wedding gown.

Although it now seemed to fit her slender body, which was not too tall, for a moment, Luana almost forgot that she was on the edge.

Madam Collins approached from behind. The middle-aged woman looked at Luana anxiously, hope shining through her eyes. Grabbing Luana's fingers and squeezing them quite tightly, Madam Collins was clearly pleading through the hopeful expression on her face this time.

"Do me a favor just this once, Luana," Madam Collins pleaded in an almost soft and trembling voice. "After this, I promise I will find a way. I will think of the best way to end your marriage. Can you trust me, hmm?"

Luana bowed her head. The young woman was unable to look Madam Collins in the eye today.

Fighting back the tears that were about to fall, Luana bit her lower lip unconsciously. She knew there was no way she could back out when her face was already so beautifully made up.

"I'm sorry, Luana. I didn't expect Beatrice to leave Rey like this when all the guests were waiting, and the groom was ready." Pleading again, Madam Collins seemed to really hope for the poor girl.

It had never occurred to Luana that she would be the bride today, really.

But indeed, after discovering Beatric's delay, who had not shown up since earlier, Luana had already kept a question in her heart.

Where was Beatrice? Shouldn't she already be there and side by side with Rey Lueic?

But it seemed that the bride-to-be was not going to show up.

At the same time, Rey looked anxious because his bride had not arrived. When a man in jet-black clothes approached him, the nearly thirty-year-old clenched his hands into fists as he held back his irritation.

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