Jilted By The Heir, Married The Don

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, unlocking the he

e was a woman carved from Sicilian stone, her obsidian eyes sharp enough to flay a man alive. She swept her gaze across the room, h

coward), she spat in rapid, harsh Sicilian, her voice vibrating with anc

sive, a towering mon

' stood in the shadows. "Sharon. Go to the press downstairs. Announce that the wedding is canceled. T

eling the wedding; she was going to nail me and my entire family

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stop it. It was a suicidal move to interru

r eyes narrowing into lethal sli

g to let my voice tremble. I looked straight into the matriarch's eyes. "It is a publ

ing must proceed. But the groom is not that coward." I shifted

ane tightened, her kn

s is a ruling. You don't pay for your son's mistake-you declare to New York that the Morettis only accept

profound, calculating shock. She stared at me, truly seeing me for the first

lready fixed on me, burning wi

ooked at his mother. "But this marriage solves the Pietro problem. My cousin is waiting downstairs to ca

nce suffocating. "She has the spine. She h

a's adherence to tradition. She struck her cane

Elena commanded. She snapped her fi

e carried a black leather folder. There were no negotiations, no reading of terms. We all kn

* for the last time. My hand did not shake. Dante took the pen from my fingers, his skin

, haunting chords of the pipe orga

ce of my veil, yanking it straight with a violent tug. S

our womb belongs to this family. Give us an heir without bringing shame t

unding a frantic rhythm agai

y bare skin as I slipped my hand through the crook of his elbow. We turned toward the heavy ma