Her Mafia Father’s Wrath

My father was Enzo Moretti, the godfather of one of New York’s most powerful mafia families.

And I was his princess—his most cherished treasure.

He hid me from his world to protect me, but he didn’t want me left alone, so he arranged a marriage for me.

The groom was Leon Scott—the son of New York’s richest man. Handsome, loaded, and a rising star in the business world. On paper, he was perfect.

For our wedding, my father had a custom gown flown in from a designer in Milan.

Today was my fitting appointment.

When I walked into the bridal boutique, my heart stopped.

Nicole Hill, Leon’s childhood sweetheart, was wearing my wedding dress.

When she saw me, a smug little smile curled her lips. Then she grabbed a cheap white polyester bridesmaid’s dress from the table and shoved it into my arms.

“Put this on,” she said, lifting her chin like she owned the place. “You can wear this for the ceremony.”

I looked down at the flimsy fabric in my hands, then back up at her.

My voice dropped low. “I’m the soon-to-be bride. And you’re telling me to wear this?”

She let out a laugh, sharp and mean. “Just do what you’re told and don’t make this difficult. Leon already gave the word. I’m walking down the aisle in your place. And you? You just stand there like a good little bridesmaid and go through the motions.”

For a few seconds, I couldn’t speak.

Then I pulled out my phone and dialed Leon’s number. It rang twice before he picked up.

“Leon, about Nicole taking my place at the altar. Don’t you think you owe me an explanation?”

My father had arranged this marriage for me. If he ever found out that Leon had humiliated me like this, that man was done for.

I didn’t want to make things difficult for Leon. If he showed genuine remorse, I might consider dropping the matter.

Two seconds of silence passed on the other end. Then a low, cold chuckle came through the speaker.

“You want an explanation? Why should I give you one?” Leon’s voice dripped with contempt, as if he were talking to a maid. “Rosalina, I decide who my bride is. All you have to do is show up at City Hall and sign the papers. Do you understand?”

“Leon, don’t you think it’s a little absurd to let another woman take my place at our wedding?” I said, my voice steady despite the fury building in my chest. “I may have never met you in person, but I am still your future wife. You should at least show some respect rather than…”

Before I could finish, the line went dead.

The dial tone buzzed in my ear like a needle. I stared at my phone screen, and disbelief curled in my gut.

Leon really had some nerve, hanging up on me like that.

Nicole let out a sharp laugh. She crossed her arms and leaned against