He Swapped Brides for a Game. I Married His Worst Nightmare.

On the night of our wedding celebration, Vincent's crew and their wives crowded into the bridal suite of his new Long Island mansion for a few drunken party games.

Our civil ceremony was booked for the next morning. Vincent had insisted we celebrate first and arrange the church wedding later.

The very first round required the bride and groom to kiss for three minutes.

But Vincent Russo, the man I was supposed to marry, grabbed his bookkeeper and kissed her without a second's hesitation.