My Mafia Bridegroom Regretted After Refusing Wedding

I am the most secret Principessa of the Sicilian "Shepherd" Mafia.

For my safety, my identity was a closely guarded secret since birth.

I lived in the shadows, leaving the outside world entirely ignorant of my true standing.

On my wedding day, my mafia fiancé allowed his female bodyguard to feed my family's heirloom token to his dog.

He mocked me for coming from some "backwater" family, claiming I wasn't worthy to be his bride.

He even threatened to wipe my family off the map..

Looking this, I simply made a single phone call.

Moments later, armored vehicles crashed through the estate gates, and our family’s chief Consigliere knelt me in front of the terrified crowd:"Principessa, your father sent us to bring you home."

It was only at that moment that my arrogant fiancé finally understood.

The woman he had humiliated was the sole heir to the "Shepherd" family that controlled the European arms trade.

But it was too late for regrets.

I am the most secret Principessa of the Sicilian "Shepherd" Mafia.

For my safety, my identity was a closely guarded secret since birth.

I lived in the shadows, leaving the outside world entirely ignorant of my true standing.

Most of the time, I stayed in our family's fortress deep in Sicilian countryside, secretly handling European mafia affairs.

When I came of age, my family arranged a marriage to the heir of the "Lion" family, Matteo Leonardo.

The "Lion" family is a rising power in the Naples region, with businesses ranging from port smuggling to casinos and hotels.

However, to be honest, this family's influence is like a child's toy compared to our "Shepherd" family.

According to tradition, the night before the wedding, the groom must meet the bride face to face to discuss ceremony details and exchange covenant tokens as a sign of respect.

I sat in the designated guest room, from sunset to midnight, but Matteo Leonardo never showed up.

This public snub made my family guards' faces darken with anger.

Near midnight, the door opened, but it wasn't Matteo.

A tall woman with short red hair walked in.

She sized me up without courtesy, her eyes assessing me like cheap merchandise.

"You're that Sicilian Anita, aren't you?" she said arrogantly.

"Mr. Leonardo is busy tonight and doesn't have time to see you. He sent me to tell you that for the ceremony, all you need to do is show up on time. Got it?"

"According to tradition, he should come personally," I stated calmly.

She snorted,looking down on me. "Tradition? Here, Mr. Leonardo's word is tradition. He put me in charge of all the wedding formalities."

She was Carla, Matteo's personal bodyguard and... his serect mistress.

Carla continued, "Hand over your family token. Matteo delegated this to me."

As she spoke, she spotted the pair solid gold pocket watches in my hand—the supreme token crafted by "Shepherd" family artisans over a full year, Its intricate mechanisms contained the encrypted coordinates for future weapons trade routes.

She