Betrayed by the Don, Claimed by the King

My father cheated. I cut him out of my life.

To get my forgiveness, my father put Lucas Moretti, the Don of New York, in my bed.

I fell for Lucas, fast. He knew how to play gentle.

Night after night, he’d hold me tight, fuck me like he owned me, and whisper how obsessed he was with me.

Six months later, I was pregnant.

I was the princess of New York's underworld.

My father and Lucas gave me everything. They treated me like I was made of glass.

But the day of the baby's blessing at the church? They were a no-show.

My father said there was family business to handle.

Then I got an anonymous link. A wedding. Live.

In the video, my father, Lorenzo, was walking his mistress, Carla—the woman who killed my mother—down the aisle, a happy smile plastered on his face.

And the other happy couple? My fiancé, and my father's bastard daughter, Sofia.

I could hear Lucas’s voice clearly: "Well, Bella used to bully Sofia. I'm just helping her get the justice she deserves... As for Bella, it's time she was unburdened from a life she isn't built for."

"I'll take over the Gallo family shares for her," he continued, "so she and our child can live without a care in the world."

My father’s voice followed. "Bella’s too much like her mother—ambitious. That’s not a good thing for a woman."

As my world shattered, a text from an unknown number lit up my screen: "Marry me, and the child you're carrying will be the sole heir of the Russo family."

I thought I was the treasured princess of the Gallo and Moretti families. But three months pregnant, I found out my fiancé had already married my father's bastard daughter. It was all a setup, just to make my child a bastard too.

"Bella, you're so lucky. Mr. Gallo and Lucas treat you like a real princess," a socialite told me, her eyes full of envy.

Their gazes swept over my expensive jewelry and dress, proof of how much my father and Lucas supposedly worshipped me.

I forced a smile, my face felt stiff.

Princess?

A princess betrayed by her father and her fiancé, about to become the laughingstock of the city?

What a fucking joke.

My phone buzzed in my palm. "Lucas" flashed on the screen.

I took a deep breath, walked to an empty corner of the church, and answered. I didn't say a word.

It wasn't Lucas's voice on the other end, but a roar of rough laughter.

It wasn't Lucas's voice on the other end, but a burst of rough laughter.

"The Don’s got some moves. Bella finally agreed to sign over the Gallo shares," a gravelly voice said. One of Lucas’s top guys.

"If it weren’t for Miss Sofia whispering in the Don’s ear every day, saying Bella’s mother raised her wrong, that all she cares about is power, the Don would’ve never made up his mind."

"Tell me