Dead At The Altar: The Don's Regret

anca-the orphaned daughter of my fiancé's mentor-bl

the underworld, and big sister's we

efused with a smile. To my surprise, Bia

e vanished. He pressed

over something this trivial. Drink it

and my best friend forced

uffocated to death

my corpse and smothered the angry allergic rash spreading

tell everyone I was already dead, b

lence, as the very people who had sworn to prote

s about to lift

y in the air above, m

as about to be

pte

mafia's godmother-my billionaire fiancé pressed a lethal shot of grappa against my

oison to soothe that sniveling orphan, the two families wo

te was stifling, the air thick wit

n a custom black lace wedding gown-

ed the underworld with an iron fist-yet he had once spent months personal

were fixed on me, wit

ughter of Dante's late mentor, and in her hands she carried a

ety. "You must drink it to honor our forebears of the underworl

id, and cold sweat instantl

itchy rash I'd had as a child. They believed I had long since outgrown it-and Dante clearly assumed my refu

ke my throat swell shut. This w

ing against my ribs. "Could I...

yes brimmed with tears, and she l

er!" she cried. "You're just using your sta

a godfather filled the room. When it came to shielding

m the tray and pressed

is tone brooking no argument. "Dr

d desperately. "It will kill me," I told

nd-in-command of our family. He seized my left arm with

gh clenched teeth. "How is the entire Rossi family s

h, my sworn sister-bound to me by a blood oath to protect each other for life. Moments

arm and wrenched it b

," she said, rolling her eyes impatiently. "Bianca

ting my body, trying to break free.

ingers digging hard into my ch

achment, letting Valentina snatch the g

ion, Valentina dumped the

y touched my tongue before it

I crumpled, my knees slam

iolent, and lethal. Within seconds

for air that would not come. My lung

ed up at Dante and reached for

ed up the heavy bridal veil

to darkness. It cruelly hid my bulging eyes-a

d my arms again and roughly

s fight against suffocation,

n and shoved my struggling b

es, adjusted my weight, and carri

rained the strength from my limbs; my desperate convulsions faded into weak, feeble spasms. Th

h his steps, and t

, desperate rhythm in my ch

ut my fingertips only slid fee

tirely. The last wisp of ox

-a heavy, lifeless shell slumped a

e next instant, I blinked and found myself f

above the corridor, fully

my corpse on his back and lowered my body, effort

stiff, ice-cold hand, and lace

n, he frowned slightly-then ordered t

umped against the window, a mocking sm

our honeymoon in Switzerland, his voice laced with da

was suddenl

yes wide, reciting an o

bride and groom to ride in t

ed my arm, and coldly dragg

sickening thud. The black veil s

settled beside Dante, naturally too

her completely, the lead vehicle drove off towa

ntina rushed to

reath and hastily pulled

concrete and shoved it into the back seat

ce-cold arm, and his

wly reached out, preparing to lift