Too Late, Vitiello: The Bride Strikes Back

Chapter 2

Word Count: 693 | Released on: 10/06/2026

nna

erficial scratch on Natalia's

or, lock down the crime scene, or pull th

e, his fists clen

our bleeding guest," I pointed out. "Are you truly worried for your f

e hem of Dante's tailored suit. Her fingers

ng with a practiced fragility. "I do not want to

untly, looking down at her. "But your public accusation of a

at the Vitiello Estate Manager stan

ed a nearby footman to flinch. "Lock down the perimeter. Secure the footage from the sec

ut my encr

Dante demanded, his vo

y Sit-Down," I replied, meeting his stare. His pupils had contrac

et out a

, suddenly looking far less injured. "Ple

, and I had to force the words out, each one feeling like a shard of

crystal chandelier overhead seemed to dim as his shoulders

ng her?" he asked da

rofiled me as a mur

sion's Arbitrator, holding the phone as a

nected on th

f attempted murder at the Vitiello Estate. I demand a formal reconstruction of the scene

Arbitrator will arrive in under four minutes. Do not move the accuser, do not tamper with evid

nte Vitiello could not survive a war against the entire American syndicate. I watched his face as the Arbitrator's warning crackled through t

d slipped the phone

calculating shadow as he looked at me-as if see

a sharp, breathless sound,

his back to me and moved

m shifted so subtly that only those who understood true violence could feel it. The Don of the Vitiel

Chapter End

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open

Too Late, Vitiello: The Bride Strikes Back

Jia Zhong Mafia

“I was about to walk down the grand staircase to marry Dante Vitiello, a feared mafia Don, sealing a powerful blood oath between our Families. But at the bottom of the marble steps, I found his former mistress wearing an exact replica of my three-million-dollar bridal gown, bleeding from a minor scrape and screaming that I pushed her. Dante immediately stormed into the foyer, his dark eyes furious, and crushed my wrist in a violent grip. "Bow your head and apologize to her," he demanded in front of the entire underworld elite. His mother stepped forward and spat at me, calling me a vicious, jealous girl who brought shame to their empire. The surrounding made men and high-society guests whispered in condemnation, entirely taking his side. But the deepest betrayal wasn't his mistress crashing the wedding. I soon discovered Dante had ordered his legal team to draft a predatory annulment contract the night before. It was titled "Major Fault of the Bride," a meticulously planned trap designed to frame me and strip my family's port territories as reparations for this staged disaster. I looked at the man I was supposed to marry, realizing he thought I was just a naive pawn he could humiliate, rob, and discard. He truly believed I would break down in tears and submit to his power. Instead, I pulled out my encrypted phone and summoned the Mafia Commission's Arbitrator. "Cancel the marriage ceremony," I commanded coldly, preparing to shed my heavy bridal gown. "Tonight, there is no wedding."”