My Sister Stole My Groom I Married The Don

I'm the De Luca family's dirty little secret, their bastard daughter. And I was stupid enough to fall for Marco Moretti, the heir to our rivals.

On our wedding day, my sister, Isabella, drugged me.

When I woke up, she was wearing my dress. Standing at the altar. Becoming his wife.

Heartbroken, I ran to a bar to drown my sorrow. And that’s where I discovered I was pregnant.

Marco held me, crying. He swore he loved me, only me.

He promised he’d divorce Isabella as soon as our child was born.

But on the day I gave birth, Isabella murdered us both. Me and my baby.

That’s when I finally understood. Marco would always choose a true-blooded princess of the Cosa Nostra.

And me? The bastard? I was just a loose end. A problem to be erased.

Then I opened my eyes. I was back. Back on the day she drugged me. Their wedding day.

This time, I'm not marrying the heir. I'm marrying the Don.

But first... I'm going to ruin this wedding.

On the wedding day, my sister, Isabella De Luca, drugged me. She was going to steal my dress and marry my fiancé, the mafia heir Marco Moretti.

Everyone was smiling at the happy couple on the altar.

Everyone but me. I shot up from my seat in the back row. My voice tore through the sacred silence.

"Stop! I object! This wedding is a sham!"

Every head turned to face me.

The bride, Isabella, went white. The groom, Marco, froze.

The priest looked at me, confused. "Miss, who are you?"

"I'm Elara De Luca." I walked to the altar, staring straight at Marco. "I'm the woman he proposed to three months ago."

A ripple of shock went through the pews.

Isabella clutched Marco’s arm. "What are you talking about? I'm Marco's fiancée."

I sneered. "Really? Then where'd you get that ring on your finger?"

Isabella’s eyes shot to the ring on her finger.

Marco had picked it out for me. A three-carat diamond on a platinum band.

"Marco gave it to me!" Isabella shrieked.

The memory of his betrayal hit me like a punch. My past life...

I was the family's bastard daughter.

My mother was my father's first love.

He married another for duty, but he couldn't keep his hands off my mother.

He promised he'd marry her after his wife died, making her his mistress.

And then there was me.

All I ever wanted was a real family, for my father to see me as his own.

But he never would. A bastard was a stain on the family's honor.

I didn't know who Marco was when we met. The heir to the Moretti family.

We were just a normal couple in love.

He proposed. He promised me the home I never had.

But in the end, he threw me away for power. For my sister, Isabella.

In my past life, I cried after the wedding. I begged Marco to come back. I