My Mafia Fiancé Cheats; I Buy the Club

I've spent a huge sum of money on a custom-fitted gown just so I can go on a date with my fiance, Vincenzo Rossi, on New Year's Eve. He's also known as the rising star of the mafia underworld.

But Vincenzo sounds very impatient on the other end of the line.

"Can you stop being so clingy, Grazia? I have an important business gathering to get to on New Year's Eve!"

His younger sister, Valentina Rossi, adds, "My brother's doing this for the sake of your shared future, Grazia. Stop causing trouble for him, okay?"

I end the call, feeling disappointed. After that, I console myself, saying that Vincenzo is working very hard for the sake of our future.

But that illusion only lasts till the moment my friend sends a video clip to me.

Vincenzo can be seen hugging a gorgeous woman in the clubhouse. They are in the middle of making out with each other.

Valentina, on the other hand, leads her friends on as they cheer for the couple.

It turns out that Vincenzo's "important business" is to spend the night with another woman.

I drain my glass of the strong alcohol. Scorching pain flares from my stomach immediately.

Since Vincenzo can find himself a woman to toy with, then why can't I do the same?

I swipe a finger across my phone and dial the number of the rival family's Don.

"I want you to order the two most good-looking male escorts for me right now."

"Give me 15 minutes. I'll be right downstairs."

I hung up and walked into the dressing room. The gown I'd carefully custom-made for Vincenzo Rossi hung there quietly.

I remembered when we'd ordered it. Vincenzo had waved it off, saying, "It's just New Year's Eve. No need to make such a big deal."

At the time, I thought he was being considerate. Now I understood he'd found me a nuisance.

The woman in the mirror had delicate features, but her eyes were hollow.

The doorbell rang right on time. I opened the door to find two men standing tall outside, both in perfectly tailored black suits, their demeanor cold and professional.

"Good evening, Signorina Gatti."

I nodded and stepped aside to let them in. "Give me five minutes."

I walked into the makeup room and applied the brightest red lipstick I owned.

"Let's go."

Once I'd settled into the spacious back seat, my phone buzzed. It was a message from Vincenzo's sister, Valentina Rossi.

"Grazia, Vincenzo is handling family business tonight. Several Dons are present. You should rest early and not disturb him, okay?"

I smiled bitterly and replied. "Alright. I wish him success."

The car stopped in front of the club, an Abate family property. With wine, women, and indulgence, no one could resist this place.

Deafening music pounded against the car windows. I pushed open the door, and the two male escorts flanked me on either side.

Inside, the lighting was dim, and the crowd was deafening. The