I Married My Ex-Fiancé's Ruthless Older Brother

I was a Vitiello, sold to the Morettis to secure an alliance. For five years, I quietly loved Dante, counting down the minutes until our wedding at St. Patrick's Cathedral.

But it ended with a single text three minutes before the ceremony.

"Stay at the apartment. Sofia is awake. Don't make a scene."

His ex-girlfriend, the love of his life, had woken from a coma with no memory. Just like that, I was erased.

For thirty days, I waited in the shadows while Dante played hero to a woman who didn't remember him. He told me he was protecting her fragile mind.

But then I found the truth.