The Don Lost His Bride To His Greatest Enemy

I was with Don Massimo for five years. The whole time, he never hid his favorite: Cara. His driver’s daughter. The man who took a bullet for him.

He called it paying a debt. Like a fool, I bought it.

He gave her jewels. Fast cars. He even bought her an island.

Three days before the wedding, I found out he'd moved the venue. Not to my family's estate in Sicily. But to the island. Her island.

His excuse? Cara was claustrophobic. Couldn't handle a big indoor wedding.

I was done.

Three days later, the wedding happened on that island. But the bride was a no-show.

Massimo was publicly humiliated. He tore the city apart looking for me.

That’s when he found out. He thought he was marrying me. Instead, I married his greatest enemy. Nikolai Volkov. The Godfather of the Russian Bratva.

He ditched Cara. He ran to my family's estate and waited. Seven days and nights. With flowers, a ring, and a whole lot of begging.

Three days before my wedding, the invitation arrived. The location wasn't my family's estate in Sicily. It was on the island my fiancé bought for his little pet, Cara.

My phone lit up. A new post from Cara.

She posted photos of the island wedding setup. A shot of her and Massimo.

She was in a sexy white dress, clinging to his arm.

Massimo, sharp in his suit. His handsome face practically jumped off the screen.

The caption: [Planning a dream wedding. So happy.]

They looked like the happy couple. Ready for the rest of their lives.

My nose burned. Anger coiled hot in my gut.

I fell for Massimo the first time I saw him. Six years ago, at an auction. I chased him for a year. He wouldn’t budge.

Then my father died unexpectedly. I took over the family. Our shipping lanes. Our real business.

Suddenly, he wanted me. The next day, he announced our engagement.

I didn't care.

As long as I could be with him, what did it matter? Even if he only wanted me for what my family was worth.

Life with Massimo wasn't bad. He was classy, handsome, generous. Even in bed, we were electric.

But he was just as generous with Cara. After he bought her that island, I was sure she could ask for the moon and he’d build a rocket to get it for her.

I got jealous. I got disappointed. And I forgave him. Every. Single. Time.

I was an addict. He was my drug.

When he proposed, I had one condition. It was my father's dying wish. To marry at the Rossi family estate in Sicily.

It’s where our family began. It’s where my father is buried.

Now, he'd ruined it.

I couldn't take it. I drove straight to Massimo. I had to know what the hell he was thinking.

I drove straight to his mansion. As I approached his study, I heard his underboss talking.

"Boss, you changed the venue