Married to the Mafia Heir Then His Ex Tried to Blow Up Our Wedding

I was about to be married, yet the man I'd been entangled with for eight years knew nothing of it.

Lately, he'd been occupied with his new personal aide—a woman named Celina Vitale who had appeared at his side like a shadow seeking light.

They'd taken to each other instantly, their conversations flowing with an ease that felt rehearsed. To celebrate her birthday, he'd commissioned a ten-tiered cream cake from the most exclusive bakery in the city, the kind of extravagance he reserved for impressing associates and marking territory.