His Greatest Loss: The Mafia Bride Who Never Looked Back

Chapter 3

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lief, telling me how terribly guilty Seren

spent convincing her to remain Maid of Honor-all

lity. I realized, with a sense of profound detachment, he was speaking mor

he announced that Serena's original plan to move out o

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old even through the fabric of my blouse. His cologne-dark amber and clove-invaded my nostrils,

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that in this dark, violent world, only a man

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he truth I had manufactured for them-and neither Silas nor Serena

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His Greatest Loss: The Mafia Bride Who Never Looked Back

Bing Caratozzolo Mafia

“For five years, I was the perfect, silent fiancée to the most feared Underboss in the Cosa Nostra. On the eve of our wedding, I opened his sacred syndicate ledger and found a painstakingly detailed log of my best friend, Serena. He tracked the exact phases of her menstrual cycle and her preferred brand of imported painkillers. Yet just last month, when I was doubled over on the bathroom floor in agony, he refused to go to the pharmacy for me. "An Underboss does not run mundane errands," he had told me with flat, incurious eyes. He bought Serena a twelve-thousand-dollar blood-red gown, forced me into a cheap off-the-rack slip, and demanded she stand right between us at the altar. Worse, I discovered they were plotting to drain my parents' entire life savings to fund a money-laundering front for his illicit gambling operations. I had endured his coldness and emotional neglect, believing his severe mafia code applied to everyone. I never imagined he reserved every last measure of his humanity and warmth for the woman who was supposed to be my maid of honor. Looking at his handwriting, the blindfold finally fell from my eyes. I calmly photographed the damning pages, wired my parents' money to a secure offshore account, and sent a new directive to our wedding planner. If he wanted to give my best friend my place, I would make sure the entire underworld was there to witness it.”