The Jilted Bride's Secret Mafia King

Author: Benjamen Ernst

Chapter 1 1

Word Count: 706 | Released on: 01/04/2026

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t the altar, the heavy silk of my wedding dress feeling more like a shroud with every pas

uet, vibrated for the third time in two minutes

is pregnant with my child

betrayal hit me like a physical blow, shattering the marble floor beneath my feet. Thi

ion, a hand clamped onto my arm. Griselda Doyle, the matriarch

sed, her venomous whisper perfectly pitched for the front row to hear. "My son needs a wif

k and dormant inside me. The terrified, abandoned orphan

he expensive lace veil from my hair and let it drop to the cold

ems the Doyle family has a special preference for a *Rat*. As for the groom, he is currently busy w

on the altar and walked down the aisle, dragging my ruin

onto Fifth Avenue, the adrenaline crashed. My hee

ooked up into the stoic face of a massive man-Elias Bolton, a *Soldier*. With

ear window r

oretti. *

ed high cheekbones, a jawline carved from granite, and storm-gray eyes t

desperate id

"Let the Doyles see that the trash they thr

s lips. "My family is trying to use my... condition to strip my inheritance," he said

s bargain, forg

office. I ruthlessly tore the heavy, restrictive train off my wedding dres

rs. No vows of love. Just two twenty-dollar gold-plated rings from the counter.

s dead. I was Isa

lected off the dark, bulletproof glass of an armored Packard sedan waiting at the curb. I

do we

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“Standing at the altar of St. Patrick's Cathedral, I waited to marry my wealthy fiancé in front of three hundred of New York's elite. But right before the vows, my phone vibrated in my bouquet. It was a text from my groom: he was backing out because my maid of honor-my supposed best friend-was pregnant with his child. Before the shock of this double betrayal could even settle, his mother dug her manicured claws into my arm and publicly humiliated me. "A woman who can't even attract her own man, how is she worthy of the Doyle name?" She mocked my background, calling me a worthless orphan who only knew how to draw blueprints, turning my broken heart into a public execution of my dignity. The terrified girl inside me vanished, replaced by a dark, burning rage. I didn't understand why I had to let this arrogant family step all over me while they played the innocent victims. I yanked my arm free, tore off my expensive lace veil, and walked straight to the podium to grab the microphone. "The wedding is canceled. The groom is currently busy with my maid of honor." I walked out of the church, leaving them in absolute shock. But as I stumbled onto the street, I fell right into the arms of Damiano Moretti-the exiled, dangerous mafia boss known as the Ghost, who sat in a custom wheelchair. Looking into his cold, storm-gray eyes, I made a reckless, desperate deal. "Marry me."”