The Underboss's Obsession: Stealing The Bride

Three days before the wedding. I was hiding in the dressing room, watching my fiancé caress the swollen belly of another woman. Luca, the man who had saved my life five years ago, was smiling at his mistress, Sofia. But the real knife to the heart wasn't the affair—it was the dress. The custom wedding gown he had "lovingly" ordered for me featured intricate silver embroidery along the hem. It didn't spell Elena. It read Sofia. He was planning to make me walk down the aisle wearing his mistress's name. Later that night, I found a video of him mocking me to his crew, calling me a "dead fish" and admitting he only wanted my family's Capo status. He planned to keep his "true love" on the side while I played the role of the oblivious, ornamental wife. He thought I was just a sheltered princess. He forgot that my bloodline was built on vengeance. I didn't cry. I didn't confront him. Instead, I scrubbed his scent off my skin and dialed a number everyone in Chicago feared. "The pact with the Cavallaro family," I asked my father, my voice cold as stone. "Is it still valid?" "Dante is the Underboss now," my father warned. "He is a butcher. He breaks men for sport." "Good," I replied. "I am done playing with boys." I secretly booked the Gold Ballroom across the hall from my original venue. Luca thought he was walking into a marriage on Saturday. He didn't know I was bringing a monster to the altar instead.

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Chapter 8

Elena Vitello POV

The Vitello estate wasn't just a house. It was a fortress.

High stone walls. Reinforced gates. Armed soldiers patrolling the perimeter.

It was the only place I could breathe.

My mother stood behind me in my childhood bedroom, running a brush through my hair. One hundred strokes. Rhythmic. Calming. The ritual we'd kept since I was small.

She was crying silently. I could see her reflection in the mirror, eyes red-rimmed.

"I'm sorry, Elena," she whispered, her voice cracking. "We thought Luca was good. We thought he'd treasure you."

"It's not your fault, Mama," I said, my eyes fixed on our reflection. "Some men are just good actors."

She set the brush down with trembling hands.

"Dante... he's different," she said, trying to convince herself as much as me. "He's hard. He has blood on his hands that will never wash clean. But he keeps his word."

"I know."

I didn't need a saint. I needed a sword.

My phone vibrated on the marble top of the vanity.

Another message from Sofia. A video this time. Spinning in front of a mirror, trying on a wedding dress.

The caption read: Ready for the wedding party.

I didn't delete it. I saved it to the hidden folder.

I picked up my phone. Opened Instagram.

I selected an archived photo. My hand resting on a bridal magazine. The key was the absence of a ring on my finger.

I typed the caption: Marrying tomorrow. Destiny calls.

I posted it. Within seconds, the likes started rolling in.

Then, predictably, a text from Luca.

"Can't wait, baby. I have a surprise for you."

I stared at the screen. Cold.

He thought this was for him.

So arrogant. So sure of his ownership that he couldn't imagine I had my own plans.

A low commotion from downstairs. My father, barking orders.

I walked to the balcony. Stepped out into the night.

Below, a convoy of black armored SUVs was lining up. Soldiers checking weapons. The metallic click of guns being loaded echoed even up here.

It looked like we were going to war instead of a wedding.

In a way, we were.

I went back inside. Lay on the bed. Stared at the ceiling.

I closed my eyes, but sleep was a distant shore.

The plan played on a loop in my head.

The Gold Ballroom.

The Silver Ballroom.

The choice.

Tomorrow, Chicago would burn.

And I would be the one holding the match.

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After dying alongside her son, Vittoria Rossi is reborn with vivid memories of her husband Marcello's ultimate betrayal. Refusing to play the victim again while Marcello rules his empire alongside his mistress Camilla, Vittoria takes her son Matteo and flees into the dark. By activating the Omega Protocol, a secret weapon left by her late father, she instantly seizes control of the Port of Palermo, striking a devastating blow to her husband's criminal syndicate.

Action Billionaire Mafia Modern Romance

8.0

Bound By Contract To The Ruthless Don

8.0

I threw a latte on the most dangerous man in New York and lived to tell about it. Dante Vitiello. The Capo dei Capi. A man rumored to cut out tongues for interrupting his dinner. Instead of a bullet to the brain, he handed me a black card and a terrifying ultimatum. "I need a fiancée," he told me, his eyes dead cold. To save my failing journalism career and my life, I signed a contract with the devil. I had to wear his massive diamond ring, smile for the cameras, and pretend to be the love of his life to stop a political mafia marriage. The rules were clear: Absolute obedience. Total exclusivity. And absolutely no feelings. But the performance started to feel dangerous. When a rival Don insulted me at a gala, Dante didn't just play the part—he threatened to butcher him in front of three hundred people. When I saw the jagged scars on his chest in the dead of night, I didn't see a monster; I saw a lonely protector. My investigation was supposed to expose him, but I was the one getting stripped bare. Then his cousin Rocco stormed in, calling me a disposable whore and a temporary pawn. I stood my ground, defending not just myself, but Dante too. Dante looked at me then, not as an asset, but as a woman he wanted to devour. He stepped closer, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my bones. "I think we are going to have a problem with the clause about 'no feelings'."

Action Mafia Romance

7.7

Escaping The Mafia Don's Golden Cage

7.7

I stood over the fresh dirt of my four-year-old son's grave. My husband, the Don of the Stark family, didn't hold my hand for comfort. He only adjusted his cuffs and checked that the diamond necklace he forced on me looked good for the cameras. "Stop crying," he whispered into my hair. "You're making a scene." Two days later, I woke up to the sound of shattering glass in the nursery. A strange boy stood there, smiling over the broken remains of my son's favorite snow globe. "This is Cody," my mother-in-law said coldly. "He's family. He stays." When I demanded he leave, Eli looked at me with dead eyes. "Material things can be replaced, Harper. The boy stays." Suspicion led me to the library door, where I heard the impossible truth. Cody wasn't a distant cousin. He was Eli's illegitimate son. And worse—while my son was drowning alone in the pool, Eli hadn't been at a business meeting. He had been in bed with his mistress. I realized then that the silver bracelet he had gifted me wasn't jewelry. I pried it open and found the blinking red light of a tracker. I was a prisoner in a cage of gold. So, I decided to die. I staged my suicide at the bridge, vanished into the night, and paid a shadow doctor to wipe my memories clean. I became Avery. I was happy. I was free. Until six months later, when a man in a black suit walked into my small-town cafe and looked at me with the eyes of a wolf. "Harper," he growled. "Come home."

Mafia Modern Romance

9.5

I Saw Her Goodness Too Late

9.5

After three years of marriage, Seth Jones transforms an anniversary into a nightmare. In his tattoo studio, he forces Rita Searle to endure the agonizing application of 999 roses as punishment for her family's perceived sins. Seth blames Rita and her brother Victor for Tara’s vegetative state, having already dismantled their business empire. As Rita suffers on the table, she realizes Seth’s vengeance knows no bounds, even as she questions the price of a debt she never truly owed.

Action Billionaire Mafia Modern Mystery Romance

8.3

I Signed the Termination and Took My Crown

8.3

Harper is shattered when her husband, Dante Moretti, supposedly dies in a gang shootout just as she learns her IVF treatment was successful. However, the grieving widow discovers a chilling truth: the man who died was actually Dante’s twin, Ash. Dante faked his death to escape their marriage after securing his position as Don. Faced with this ultimate betrayal and a failing pregnancy, Harper terminates the union and the pregnancy to strip the Moretti family of their leverage and reclaim her crown.

Action Billionaire Mafia Modern Mystery Romance

8.8

I Was Getting Married and My Mafia Boyfriend Had No Idea About It

8.8

After five years together, Victoria realizes her mafia boyfriend, Jayden, has replaced their shared life with his assistant, Rosalin. The betrayal peaks when Jayden skips their anniversary gala to celebrate Rosalin's birthday at a hotel he claimed was fully booked. Seeing proof of his deception on social media, Victoria decides to leave his world forever. She plans a silent exit, determined to protect herself and the child he doesn't know she is carrying.

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The Underboss's Obsession: Stealing The Bride

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