I Married the Don Instead of His Nephew

My mother asked me whose ring I intended to wear.

This time, I didn't choose Marco Falcone. I chose his uncle instead, Lorenzo Falcone, the Don. Her reaction was instant, her gaze sharp and full of disbelief, as if I'd just slapped her across the face. After all, every house in the territory knew Marco and I were promised to each other, our names spoken in the same breath since we were children.

For ten years, I'd chased him and made it clear no other man would have my hand. But that was the old me, the version of myself that no longer existed.