Lost to Cherry Trees and the Wrong Man

The news that Angelo Rizzo was becoming the new Don of Brucklin District had spread throughout the entire family.

Everyone knew except me, Lila Bennett, his fiancee.

He had always thought I was childish, like an irritating tail he couldn't shake off, sticking to him wherever he went.

"I've only managed to bag Brucklin District all thanks to Cyrus." The study door was ajar as the scent of cigar smoke drifted out along with his voice.

"Lila? Why bring her up? She's annoying. Like a piece of gum stuck to your hair."

I crouched on the hallway carpet, lost in thought.

Before, it was always Angelo leaving first and me realizing it too late. This time, I wanted to surprise him by going to Brucklin ahead of him. When he saw me there first, he'd realize that I was smart.

But the next day, at the bus station, when the driver asked where I was going, I mixed Brucklin and Mannattan up.

The driver grew impatient. Afraid he'd call me an idiot like Angelo would, I hurriedly shove the money at him.

"To Mannattan! I'm going to Mannattan District!"

Lila's POV

The bus was so crowded it felt suffocating.

I was worried I would be pushed off the carriage, so I shrank to the back of the bus, clutching my canvas bag as if it were a lifeline.

A few men riding with me lounged comfortably in their seats, chatting idly.

"Did you hear? The Don of the Mannattan District still hasn't gotten married. His family is on the verge of losing their minds!"

Another one replied, "What's the rush? He's had a marriage agreement since he was young. The wedding is going to happen soon. I heard that the bride's wedding gift was control over three docks!"

I pursed my lips into a smile, secretly overjoyed.

The person they were talking about surely had to be Angelo Rizzo, while the bride they mentioned was me!

Angelo and I, Lila Bennett, had been promised to each other since we were ten years old.

Angelo truly liked me back then. He always allowed me to wear his favorite baseball caps, or plucking the first ripened cherry from their cherry tree in the backyard for me.

However, when we were ten, the enemies of his family had plotted revenge and poisoned his cup of milk, but I was the one who snatched it over and drank it.

When I woke up, the doctors said that my mental maturity would forever remain a child.

From then onward, I became a burden.

The half-wit.

The Rizzo family was afraid that my family would cause further trouble, so they compensated us with a few casinos and nightclubs. They even promised that Angelo would marry me when we were 20 years old.

Initially, Angelo was still a little guilty. He would often hold my hand and promise me, "We'll get married once we turn twenty."

Thus, I eagerly looked forward to that day, patiently watching the