Too Sexy for the Don

Everyone who has ever met me says no man could possibly resist me. It is because I am a natural seductress. My hourglass figure is too sensual to even hide.

But my fiancé, Enzo Vitale, the Don of the Vitale family, is the exception. He dislikes my full lips and my curving hips. Not only that, he thinks my ample chest and narrow waist lack dignity and elegance.

He says everything about me screams promiscuity, and that I am like a flirtatious prostitute, making me unfit to be his wife.

So, he brings in the strictest etiquette mentore from Cicaro to teach me proper manners.

I study diligently for an entire year, but I still fail to become the perfect wife he wants.

When he once again complains that I am too seductive and improper, even going so far as to threaten to break off our engagement, I grow tired of it all.

I say, "Then let's cancel our engagement."

"What did you just say?"

Enzo Vitale thought he had misheard something. Those gray-blue eyes of his locked onto me, sharp and disbelieving.

I saw that reaction coming.

Every time he talked about calling off our engagement, I would be the one clinging to him, crying and begging for one more shot. I would swear to fix myself and be whatever version of me he wanted.

But not today. I was done. I had no desire left to keep dragging my dignity through the mud for his sake.

I met Enzo's gaze and repeated carefully. "I said, I'm good with calling off the engagement."

A rare flicker of confusion appeared on his face, though his voice soon hardened with authority. "Rossella, who taught you to talk to me like that? All those etiquette lessons this past year—where'd they go?"

Maybe I had finally gotten my head straight, I didn't bite my tongue this time.

"Doesn't matter what I do. It's never good enough for you, anyway," I argued. "So, go find yourself a woman who is."

I paused, then added, "Besides, we're not even married yet. It's just an engagement. It's not like you've ever liked me anyway. I thought you'd be the first to pop a bottle about our separation."

Honestly, I believed I had given more respect than this situation deserved. If it weren't meant to be, I would walk away and end things amicably. That was how it should've been done.

But Enzo clearly disagreed. His face went dark, his chest heaving with fury. "I always thought you just lacked manners and breeding. I thought, with the right mentore, you could turn out like Bellamy, who's gentle and obedient."

His voice dropped, edged with displeasure. "Yet now, you've learned to talk back. Worse, you're trying to strong-arm me with this engagement."

I laughed coldly. Wasn't he the one who brought it up first? I simply agreed, but somehow, that turned into me talking back and twisting his arm.

I swept my cold gaze across his face. "If