The Mafia Don's Fake Bride

surgery wa

pale, groggy, but alive. The green lin

harges $20,000 just for a consultation, said, "She's a

. If only

st thing she saw was my hand. My left hand

as scratchy from the

ooking into my mother's eyes - the woman who ta

.. I got

widened

while, I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to worry while

ting of my life. My

or twenty years so I would never have to depend on

arried? Witho

nsurance," I lied again, and it tasted l

th her trembling finger

on the floor next to me in h

e first time, the lie felt les

sleep hold

nai. Not the Maybach. A man in a black sweater go

. Mr. Moretti sent me

om my apartme

U. The paint was peeling. The heating made a noise like a dying animal. My b

idn't say anything. He didn't ne

s, dog-eared and underlined - my laptop, my mom's rosary, and a sin

it?" Mar

s it,"

bins like they

People were coming home from work, buying groceries, living norm

wasn't there. On the marble island in the ki

ours alone. Clothes in the closet - I had my assistant guess your siz

r r

he door on

asp

g bed with white sheets. A window that looked over Cent

, jeans, coats. All in my size. All with tags still o

ress. I had never

Like a little girl playing

edge of that huge bed in my ol

PM, I heard

white shirt sleeves were rolled up. He looked tired. Tr

there, not havin

't change

not mine,

are

for those. I can barel

i Holdings will be there. Reporters. My enemies. If you show up in a hoodie, they will know it's fake. They will know you're not mine.

rote

otten the other p

nger?" I as

hat can be used against me. That's why I never loved anything. Until now, I have to pretend I love yo

felt very cold, de

d his voice softe

uilding has 24-hour security. That's why you will never go back to

mple, black, long-sleeved dress. Not too re

rrow. No one wi

r fingers brushed. His hands

ou," I w

at my left hand, at his mother's ring o

tice

g mar

room. The city lights

of his palm went right through my hoodie. "And like this," his other hand lightly brushed my hair behind my ear. I shivered, and it was

ched me like that. Like I was something

urn," h

. my

. Like yo

I could see the faint stubble on h

ng so loud I was su

straightened his tie. My hands were s

t my hand mid-air. His grip

my wrist, right over my pulse. He could feel how fast

ntercom bu

have a problem. Downstair

e. He let go of me like I burned hi

building entrance, was a large bou

ard. Even through the grai

, DON MORETTI. SHE'S BEAUTIFUL. IT WOULD

the blood l

me. At the scr

said, his voice pure steel now