After My Ex Left Me At The Altar, I Married the King of the Underworld

On my wedding day, my mafia fiancé, Ryder Conti, had his men bar me from the church.

Instead, he walked down the aisle with another woman on his arm.

He shrugged at me through the iron gates.

"Emilia, the Contis need an heir, and Carmela is carrying a Rossi."

"Once I use the Rossi influence to solidify my position in the Family, I'll divorce her. You'll still be my woman."

Everyone thought I would obediently nod and wait for him to come back.

For ten years, I had loved him more than life itself, even cutting ties with my family for him.

That very night, I boarded a private jet to Sicily to accept an arranged marriage with the Godfather of the Vettori family.

From then on, I vanished without a trace from Ryder Conti's world.

Three years later, I returned to New York with my husband and child to deal with a traitor in the Family.

Zayn had some last minute business, so he sent his men to collect me. I never expected to see a face from my past.

Ryder looked at me with a smirk.

"Had enough fun out there? Since you've come crawling back, this is perfect. Carmela's son needs a cook. You can do the job."

Wait, he just called me, the most respected Donna in the underworld, the cook?

On my wedding day, my fiancé, Ryder Conti, cast me aside at the church for his mistress and the bastard in her belly.

Three years later, I returned to the States with my husband. At a private airstrip, I ran into Ryder, who had the gall to offer me a job as a cook for his mistress's son.

He had no idea that the woman he dismissed as a nobody was the most respected Donna in the entire underworld.

A strong wind whipped across the private airstrip.

In the distance, a group of men stood beside a few black SUVs. The man at the front was holding a sign.

The Italian word "Tesoro" was written on it.

It was Zayn's pet name for me, a word he loved to whisper in my ear during our nights in Sicily.

As I got closer, I saw that the person holding the sign was none other than my ex-fiancé, the Conti family's Capo, Ryder.

He and a few of his men, their arms covered in tattoos, were craning their necks to look toward the jet's stairs.

"Boss, isn't that Emilia? The one who cried and begged you not to leave her back then?"

Ryder was stunned for a moment when he saw me, but he quickly composed himself, a smug look spreading across his face.

"I knew it. Sooner or later she'd hit rock bottom and come crawling back."

"This time she held out for quite a while!"

The men erupted in a chorus of jeers. "I thought she had some pride! Turns out she's just come crawling back to kiss the boss's feet, hasn't she?"

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