The Ugly Substitute Bride of the Mafia King
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My adoptive family, the Castillos, treated their biological children like royalty, but used me as a disposable pawn.
To secure a mafia alliance, they forced me to take my beautiful sister's place and marry Don Damien Moretti, a man rumored to be a ruthless, bloodthirsty monster.
They thought they were sending me to my execution. At our engagement banquet, my mother and sister deliberately gifted me a cheap, counterfeit gown to humiliate me in front of New York's elite.
When I publicly exposed their lie, my father demanded I apologize. My mother even raised her hand to slap me in front of everyone.
"You are a vicious curse! You ruin everything!"
They eagerly waited for the Don to execute me on the spot for embarrassing them.
I had spent years secretly saving their company from bankruptcy and supplying the underground experimental drugs that kept my brother's mafia career alive.
Yet, they threw me to the wolves without a second thought, disgusted by my very existence.
But they didn't know that just an hour before the banquet, I had saved a bleeding, masked stranger in a dark alley-who turned out to be Damien Moretti himself.
The Ugly Substitute Bride of the Mafia King Chapter 1
Seraphina POV
The damp air of the Little Italy alley smelled of stale garbage, yeast from the nearby bakery, and the faint, metallic tang of gunpowder. I shoved my phone into my coat pocket, the echo of my mother's voice still ringing in my ears. You will marry Don Moretti, Sera. It is your duty to the Castillo family.
I turned to flee the suffocating shadows, only to crash into a solid wall of muscle.
A large, gloved hand clamped over my mouth, slamming me back against the cold, rough bricks. My eyes widened in terror. The man towering over me was drenched in blood, his face completely hidden behind a gleaming silver wolf mask.
"Don't move," he commanded.
His voice was a raw, gravelly rasp, laced with an authority so absolute it froze the blood in my veins. It was a Don's Command, the kind of order that bypassed logic and demanded blind obedience.
Heavy footsteps echoed at the mouth of the alley. His pursuers.
I had nowhere to run. If they found him, they'd kill the witness. Me.
Survival instinct overrode my panic. I grabbed the lapels of his ruined suit, yanking him down to my level. "Play along if you want to live," I breathed against his ear.
I dragged him behind a row of damp white bedsheets hanging from a clothesline, pressing my body flush against his. I wrapped my arms around his neck, tilting my head to fake a desperate, illicit kiss in the shadows.
Damien POV
For ten years, my world had been a dead, monotonous grayscale. A curse born of trauma and blood.
But the second this strange woman pulled me into the dark, the universe violently shattered into color.
I stared down at her, my breath catching in my burning lungs. Her eyes were a piercing, vibrant amber. Her lips, parted in feigned passion, were a bruised, intoxicating red. Even the ugly, jagged scar marring her left cheek-a clear prosthetic fake-stood out in stark, undeniable hues.
She was a riot of color in my dead world.
I wrapped my uninjured arm around her narrow waist, pulling her flush against my chest. She smelled of cold rain and clean soap, a scent that instantly silenced the roaring beast in my skull. The enemy Soldiers cursed in Italian on the other side of the sheets, assuming we were just two lovers rutting in the dirt, and quickly moved on.
When the footsteps faded, she shoved me away, her amber eyes flashing with guarded fear. "We're clear. Pay me what you promised so I can leave."
I didn't want her to leave. I needed to cage her. To keep this color forever.
Before I could demand her name, the screech of tires tore through the alley. Three armored black sedans blocked the exit. My men poured out, weapons drawn.
My Capo, Enzo, holstered his gun as he approached, his eyes flicking to the woman. His lip curled in undisguised disgust at her scarred face. "Boss," Enzo said, his voice dripping with cold intent. "Do we need to clean this up?"
She stiffened. She knew exactly what clean this up meant.
Cornered by a dozen armed Soldiers, she didn't cower. Instead, she lifted her chin, her amber eyes blazing with a desperate, reckless fire.
"Watch your mouth!" she snapped, her voice trembling but fierce. "I am Damien Moretti's fiancée. Do you really think you can touch me?"
A beat of stunned silence fell over the alley. Then, my men erupted into cruel, mocking laughter, ready to tear this delusional, scarred woman apart for insulting their Don's name.
I didn't laugh.
I stared at the woman trembling beneath my gaze. The Castillo girl. The sacrificial lamb they were forcing me to marry. My arranged bride was the only creature on earth who could make me see the light.
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The Ugly Substitute Bride of the Mafia King of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5
Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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And the last woman who wore her face didn't survive.
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