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I Married My Ex-Fiancé's Ruthless Older Brother

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 1054    |    Released on: 05/01/2026

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throated, arrogant bray of amusement that e

ou need to work on your lying. Matteo doesn't do relationships. He do

t. You want to sting me. But saying you're sleeping with the Don? That's dang

ffee table, flipping a page casually. My heart was ham

oom. Look, Matteo told the Family he's bringing a fiancée to the gala. Some orphan girl he found

er. An orphan. A nobody. That was the

his watch. "Since she has no family. Can you imagine? Me, walkin

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the irony almos

said. "Sofia is probably

this for us. Once she remembers, I can let h

" I repeat

ed his phone out as it buzzed. His face softened in

his charade, Elena. Go back to

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back to my

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ments," I said. "And the

does not

steel. "I am buying him a suit for the wedding. Unles

ill text you

ning my hands over Italian wool and charcoal silk. I chose a

notification from the security system at my old apartment

tected: F

up the ca

was tossing garbag

dropped.

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athless. "Sofia is coming over. If she sees your stuff, it mig

staring at the grainy image of my life being

ly. "I'll buy you new stuff. Better s

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g out of a boutique in the c

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fr

m. She looked angelic in a white sundress, a ban

like he wan

"Dante told me everything! That you're Matteo

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Sofia,

emembered my favorite color today! It's blue! We'

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his hand clench under the table until his knuckles turned whi

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I Married My Ex-Fiancé's Ruthless Older Brother
I Married My Ex-Fiancé's Ruthless Older Brother
“I was a Vitiello, sold to the Morettis to secure an alliance. For five years, I quietly loved Dante, counting down the minutes until our wedding at St. Patrick's Cathedral. But it ended with a single text three minutes before the ceremony. "Stay at the apartment. Sofia is awake. Don't make a scene." His ex-girlfriend, the love of his life, had woken from a coma with no memory. Just like that, I was erased. For thirty days, I waited in the shadows while Dante played hero to a woman who didn't remember him. He told me he was protecting her fragile mind. But then I found the truth. I stood outside the doctor's office and heard Dante refuse a treatment that would restore Sofia's memory. "If she remembers, she might leave again," Dante told the doctor. "Elena will wait. She's a good soldier. Let me have my fantasy." He wasn't protecting her. He was keeping her broken to feed his ego, banking on my submission. He thought I was furniture he could put in storage. He was wrong. I didn't go back to the apartment. Instead, I dialed a number every made man in New York feared. "Matteo," I said to Dante's lethal older brother, the King of the underworld. "I am done waiting. I want to be a Moretti bride. But not Dante's."”