He Chose His Ex, I Chose Vengeance

On the day I was supposed to marry Giovanni Moretti, he publicly declared I was his brother’s girl.

He called off our wedding at the last minute. His ex, Sofia, had amnesia after a car crash, her memory reset to a time when they were still deeply in love.

So he cast me aside in my wedding dress to play the part of her devoted boyfriend.

For a month, I was forced to live as a "guest" in the Moretti estate, watching him dote on her and rebuild their past, all while promising he would marry me as soon as she recovered.

Then I overheard the truth. Giovanni had the cure for her amnesia locked away in his safe.

He wasn't trapped. He was indulging, savoring a second chance with the love of his life. He was confident I was his property, that I would simply wait until he was done. He told his men he could have us both.

He used his brother's name to humiliate me. Fine. I would use his brother's name to destroy him.

I walked into the office of the true power in the family, Don Domenico Moretti. "Your brother said I am your companion," I told him. "Let's make it real. Marry me."

Chapter 1

Isabella POV:

The day I was supposed to marry Giovanni Moretti, he publicly declared I was his brother’s girl, a convenient lie whispered just loud enough for the whole Family to hear while his true love lay broken in a hospital bed, remembering only him.

The heavy oak doors of the chapel were shut. Guests murmured on the other side, their whispers a dull hum through the wood. My wedding dress felt like a cage of lace and silk.

An hour ago, I was ecstatic. Now, a cold dread was seeping into my bones.

The news had arrived like a bullet. A car accident. Sofia Mancini, Giovanni’s ex, the one he never truly got over, was in critical condition.

Worse, she had amnesia. Her memory had reset to five years ago, a time when she and Giovanni were deeply in love.

He had rushed to her side without a second thought for me, his bride.

When he finally returned, his face was a mask of strained composure. He stood before me, not looking at my eyes, but at the wall just over my shoulder.

"The wedding is off," he said, his voice flat.

Don Domenico, his older brother and the head of the Moretti family, stood beside him. Domenico’s eyes, cold and dark as a winter night, were fixed on me. He was the true power here, his presence a heavy weight in the room. Giovanni was just a Capo, a captain, but Domenico was the Don. His word was law.

"What do you mean, 'off'?" I asked, my voice trembling.

"Sofia… she only remembers me. The doctors say any shock could be fatal," Giovanni explained, his gaze still avoiding mine. "She thinks we're still together."

He was going