Marrying the Mafia King

On Valentine's Day, Felix had brushed me off with the same old excuse about "family obligations", making sure no one let the truth slip.

But that evening, an anonymous message popped up on my screen.

"Live stream link—Felix Valentino and Lilian Fenati's Wedding."

I clicked it. The screen lit up to reveal a grand, solemn ceremony, filled with mafia dons from Solara. My blood turned to ice.

Three months earlier, Lilian had been diagnosed with a terminal illness. She'd made her announcement at a family gathering.

"I want to marry the person I love most before I go."

Back then, I hadn't noticed anything unusual between them. I'd even teased her at the gathering, "So, who's this 'person you love most'?"

She'd given me a sly smile and said, "You'll find out soon enough."

It wasn't until later that I realized she meant Felix. I'd never forget that Valentine's Day, how I cried until I passed out, while he stood on that private island named after Lilian, making his vows to her.

But now, at least, it was almost over.

The moment I got home, Lilian called.

"I'm really sorry, Sylvie. I didn't expect to run into you today."

I let out a bitter laugh and stayed silent.

"The Valentinos put relationships above all else. Don Valentino personally met me and assured that they'd go to great lengths to find the top doctors in the world for my treatment."

After a pause, she added, her voice tinged with significance, "Sylvie, don't you think it would've been great if I were the one marrying into the Valentino family?"

"If you can make it happen, go for it. You've got my blessing," I replied.

As soon as I hung up, I was about to block Lilian, but my finger slipped, and I accidentally opened her social media feed. There it was, my RV staring right back at me, labeled as a surprise gift from Felix.

I'd built that RV from scratch. For an entire year, I'd thrown myself into the designs, sourced every part, assembled it piece by piece, and perfected every detail.

I'd imagined traveling the world with Felix in it once things calmed down. But now, it was sitting in Lilian's front yard.

She stood in front of the vehicle, glowing with excitement.

Her caption read, "Thanks for the amazing surprise, Felix! Let's hit the road together once I'm back on my feet!"

My fingers trembled slightly as they hovered over the phone screen. It had never crossed my mind that Felix would hand over even my cherished RV to her.

Right then, my underboss, Nora Cappello, called.

She snapped over the phone, "What is this, Sylvie? Why does Lilian have your RV? She doesn't deserve it! You put in sleepless nights for that thing, and now she just gets to take it like it's hers?"

I took a deep breath, steadying my voice. "It doesn't matter to me anymore."

"Doesn't matter?" Nora slapped her hand against the table. "Sylvie, if you really didn't care, you'd have blown up that RV by now! How can Lilian use her illness as a free pass to take Felix and your RV?

"For all we know, she could be faking the whole thing. That's it. I'm hiring investigators to find out if her so-called terminal illness is even real. And Felix, the shameless man. How much longer does he think he can keep lying to you?"

"Not long. The wedding's coming up soon," I said.

Just then, Felix's voice cut in. "Wedding? What wedding?"