The Don's Secret Wife No More

I married Don Matteo in secret.

Every time he fucked his childhood sweetheart, he promised me a real wedding，in front of the Five Families.

For five years, Matteo promised me ninety-nine times.

And ninety-nine times, he left me at the altar.

The first time, Cecilia’s prize-winning show cat died.

To comfort her, he postponed the wedding for three months.

I stood at the altar alone, eyes red, trying to calm down the family elders.

The second time, Cecilia threw a tantrum at a casino and shattered a hundred-million-dollar antique vase.

He diverted the private jet meant for their wedding and rushed through the night to clean up her mess.

And every time, right before our wedding, his childhood sweetheart would have some kind of emergency.

I cried. I screamed. I even held a gun to his head.

But Matteo would just pin me against the wall and shut me up with a cold, hard kiss.

“She’s just a fuck. You are Mrs. Falcone. Have some goddamn class.”

After the ninety-ninth time, I was finally done.

I slid the papers across the table. The ink was still wet, the Falcone family seal stamped at the bottom.

“Our marriage, our alliance—it’s over.”

For the ninety-eighth time, Matteo missed our wedding rehearsal.

This time, it was to celebrate taking over the Moretti family's arms territory.

His mistress, Cecilia, threw him a lavish party.

Three hours in, my guy Tony, who was inside, sent me the first encrypted message.

In the video, Matteo stood in the middle of a private club, champagne flute in his hand.

All the family Capos were circling him and Cecilia like they were royalty.

Amid the cheers, Matteo downed his champagne, pulled Cecilia into his arms, and kissed her in front of everyone.

His hands cupped her face as he kissed her, deep and hard, like he wanted to devour her.

For what felt like an eternity.

Someone in the crowd whistled. Others clapped.

Cecilia’s cheeks were flushed, her hands clutching Matteo’s suit jacket.

Then Matteo swept her up and carried her toward a private room in the back.

Before the door even closed, you could hear Cecilia moaning.

“God, you look beautiful tonight. I can’t wait to have you.”

“It’s been a week, Matteo… I need you.”

The smack of a hand on an ass, a cry of pleasure, and the slam of the door all at once.

The crowd outside the door just laughed.

“Looks like the Boss is gonna have an heir soon.”

“It’s no secret he’s addicted to her body. We all know where this is going. She’ll be Mrs. Falcone.”

”Alright, leave them to it. Let’s get back to our drinks.”

Mrs. Falcone. They called her Mrs. Falcone.

I’d been his secret wife for five years, and no one knew I was the real Mrs. Falcone.

They all thought that bitch was the only one.

I shut off the video. My stomach churned and I ran to the bathroom, dry-heaving over the toilet.

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