My Best Friend's Dad Married Me
When the boy I had loved in silence for five years dropped to one knee and proposed to the very girl who had bullied me, the entire room burst into laughter at my expense.
"That fat, ugly Lydia Prescott actually thinks she has a shot with a mafia boss?"
In a single night, I became the city's favorite punchline. I fled in humiliation.
The next time I appeared, I had transformed. The weight was gone, and so was the ridicule. I stunned everyone into silence.
Miles Calloway begged through tears for another chance, but I simply slipped my arm through the arm of the mafia godfather beside me and smiled.
"Sorry. I'm married."
The man rumored to be cold-blooded and untouchable pulled me closer and declared with chilling certainty, "Lydia is my wife."
The room erupted.
Only my best friend, Annie Sinclair, gasped, "Lydia, you seriously locked down my dad?"
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Chapter 7
I stared at Dominic, stunned.
He had actually come.
Was he here… for me? I shook my head hard.
I needed to stop getting ahead of myself.
He was only doing this because I was his wife. Because I carried his name.
The venue fell into stunned silence for several seconds. Then chaos erupted.
"Oh my God. When did Lydia become Mr Sinclair's wife?"
"That's Dominic Sinclair. The godfather of the most powerful mafia in the city. No wonder she dared to stand up to Miles. That's who's backing her."
The color drained completely from Tessa's face.
How was this possible?
The girl she had once mocked for being fat and ugly had not only transformed, but married Dominic?
Even Miles had to look up to him.
Miles looked like he'd been struck by lightning. He pointed at Annie, furious.
"Annie! Is this your doing? Did you convince Mr. Sinclair to play along with this just to help your best friend?"
Before he could finish, one of Dominic's guards stepped forward, eyes locked on him. Miles's bravado evaporated instantly.
This was the godfather of the Sinclair family.
Miles, a mere second-in-command in another syndicate, wouldn't last a second against him.
Sweat beaded on Miles's forehead.
"Mr. Sinclair, please don't misunderstand. I was just… surprised. This must be some kind of misunderstanding, right? Lydia… she couldn't possibly—"
Dominic didn't even glance at him. He spoke calmly to his assistant.
"It's too noisy. Remove anyone irrelevant. Do not disturb my wife's graduation."
"Yes, Godfather."
Tessa screamed and tried to pull Miles back, but she was escorted out as well.
In seconds, the two who had been so arrogant were gone.
Annie pressed a hand to her chest, finally processing what had happened.
She rushed over and grabbed my hands, shaking them wildly.
"Lydia! St-Stepmom? Oh my God. My dad… you two… I'm not dreaming, right?"
My cheeks burned. My heart pounded violently.
I had barely nodded when Dominic leaned closer, his lips brushing near my ear as he murmured, "Go on. The stage is yours."
He gave a soft laugh.
"Outstanding Graduate Representative, Lydia Prescott."
My heart skipped.
I took a deep breath, straightened my back, and walked toward the podium step by deliberate step.
I stopped at the podium and let my gaze sweep across the hall.
I saw Annie waving wildly with tears in her eyes. I saw my classmates' expressions shift from disdain to respect.
Finally, I looked back at the one person who steadied me most.
He watched me with calm certainty. I met his gaze.
I lifted the microphone and began my speech.
From that moment on, I was no longer the insecure fat girl hiding in Miles's shadow.
I was Lydia Prescott. Confident. Radiant.
When I finished, the applause thundered.
I stepped down from the stage. Everything felt almost unreal.
Five years of loving Miles in silence ended completely in that moment.
From now on, I was Dominic's wife. And I would shoulder the responsibilities of the Sinclair family's godmother.
"What are you thinking about?"
I snapped back to reality and realized Dominic was standing in front of me.
Before I could answer, he held out a bouquet.
I stared at the flowers, then up at him.
Dominic… bringing flowers?
The man rumored to be ruthless, cold-blooded, feared across the underworld?
He was doing something this romantic?
As if sensing my disbelief, the corner of Dominic's lips curved faintly. He nudged the bouquet closer.
"Happy graduation, Lydia."
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9.3
" I watched you grow from a girl into a woman. I watched men try to approach you at school , men I had too...... discouraged from ever speaking your name again"
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The deal was simple:Two families, one alliance.Salvatore Moretti, the cold-blooded to the east coast , was to marry the eldest daughter to the Russo family to end a decade-long blood feud. Sofia Russo is beautiful, elegant , and the perfect mafia bride. But Salvatore doesn't want Sofia . For five years his camera , his men, and his own eyes have been fixed on Iris, the rebellious younger sister kept in the shadows. He has watched her grow, watched her cry, and destroyed any man who has dared to look at her , all from the darkness. Now, the contract is signed, the wedding is set , and Salvatore is moving into the Russo estate. But as he stands at the altar , he's not looking at his bride . He's looking at the bridesmaid... and he decides he's not leaving without her.
7.3
I was going to tell my husband I was finally pregnant. Instead, I found police at my door, arresting me for his murder.
Someone faked Chris's death and framed me with a man I've never met: Von Castellano, whose wife conveniently provided evidence against us both. The proof is flawless. The conspiracy is airtight. And I'm thrown into a men's prison where I lose everything, including my baby.
But Chris isn't dead. He's alive, living in paradise with my high school rival and my company's fortune, after poisoning me for years to ensure I'd never have his child.
Von isn't just any man. He's the secret son of a mafia king, and he's ready to reclaim the throne he abandoned.
Now we're married. Not for love but for survival. For revenge. For power.
They destroyed us once. Together, we'll become the nightmare they never saw coming.
Because I don't forgive. And I never forget.
8.1
I died once. Betrayed, broken, and discarded by the most powerful man in New York.
Now, I'm back. Reborn on the very day my husband, Dante Moretti, handed me an expulsion agreement. But this time, I know his secret. The coldness in his eyes isn't cruelty; it's a slow-acting poison, a betrayal creeping through his veins, fed to him by those closest to him.
This time, I don't cower. I meet his icy command with a slap and an ultimatum: I carry his heir. To cast me out is to sentence his own bloodline to death.
He is the untouchable Don, a king on a poisoned throne, fighting a war within his own mind. I am the ghost of the queen he tried to break, armed with the memories of our enemies' every move.
I won't be a pawn in their game again. I will dismantle them all, from my treacherous sister to the viper he calls a mother. I will be the queen he needs, even if he fights me every step of the way.
It's a vendetta.
9.2
My husband, a ruthless mafia Capo, brought his pregnant mistress to our anniversary party. He then ordered me to give her a blood transfusion, knowing my heart condition could kill me. As my life drained away, I knew my nine-year marriage was finally over.
It was my ninth wedding anniversary, and I stood in an expensive gown, watching Dominick Reyes, a feared mafia Capo, celebrate with our guests. But the celebration wasn't for us; Dominick had brought Chastity, his pregnant mistress, and then publicly ordered me out of our master suite. Chastity, who had faked her pregnancy, then framed me for an attack. Dominick forced me to give a blood transfusion to Chastity, knowing my heart condition made it potentially fatal. As my blood drained from my veins, sustaining the woman who had stolen my life, I felt my consciousness fading, hoping I would not wake up.
When I woke, Dominick had already paraded Chastity to a gala. He had drained me, used me, and then abandoned me in a hospital bed, breaking his promise of a divorce. I was nothing more than a debt payment, a pawn in his brutal game. Knowing he would never truly let me go, I calmly called a trusted contact. I would disappear from his world, become someone new, and this time, Dominick Reyes would pay.
9.4
I spent the night with a stranger...
Who got me pregnant...
And turned out to be my boss...
Whoops, sorry, did I say "boss"? I meant a MOB boss.
To be fair, I didn't know he was my boss when I slept with him.
I thought he was just the kind stranger offering me a place to stay.
But one night in Misha Orlov's hotel room got me way more than I bargained for.
It got me champagne that tasted like starlight.
Satin sheets as soft as a dream.
And a man with silver eyes who showed me how it felt to come undone.
And then, in the morning...
He was gone.
That's I needed to get my life together anyway.
After all, my ex-not-quite-husband (it's a long story) just emptied all our bank accounts and disappeared, taking my home and my money and my job with him.
So I'm starting from a blank slate.
I find myself a new apartment.
A new job.
And I put both Misha and my husband behind me.
At least, I thought I did.
Until Day 1 of orientation.
When I learn that Misha Orlov is my new boss.
That's bad enough.
What's worse is what came next.
A car crash.
A doctor's appointment.
And two pieces of unsettling news.
Congratulations, the doctor says. You're pregnant.
Congratulations, Misha says. You and I are getting married.
7.6
I spent five years as the perfect wife to Easton Harrington, smoothing his midnight-blue ties and fading into the wallpaper of his massive estate. I thought I was the heart of our family, but I was really just a ghost in a sensible beige dress.
The illusion shattered at a charity gala when Easton’s "family friend," Georgina, appeared in a gown that matched his suit perfectly. While they basked in the flashbulbs as a golden couple, I was literally pushed into the velvet ropes by a cameraman. No one noticed.
Then my four-year-old son, Holt, slapped my hand away in front of the city's elite.
"Don't touch me! You're not my mom, you're just the nanny. Daddy said so."
The room went silent, but Easton didn't defend me. He just looked annoyed that I was causing a scene, making a sharp shooing motion for me to take the boy away. Beside him, Georgina feigned shock while her eyes crinkled in pure amusement.
I realized then that I wasn't his partner; I was a placeholder. They had stripped me of my dignity and even my child's love, treating my five years of devotion like a temporary staff position.
I didn't scream. I just slid off the Harrington heirloom ring, tossed it into a fountain, and walked out into the night.
Easton thinks I’m a penniless housewife who won’t last a week without his credit cards. He doesn't know that I’m Dr. Althea Morrison, the "prodigy" researcher his company has been begging to hire.
I'm not asking for alimony, and I'm not begging for a second chance. I’m returning to the lab to build an empire that will bring his to its knees.