Marrying The Ex-Fiancé's Ruthless Mafia Brother

My fiancé left me standing alone at the podium during our rehearsal dinner to rush to the side of a woman whose only illness was a desperate need for attention.

He humiliated me in front of the heads of the Five Families, abandoning our alliance to scoop his "dying" mistress off the floor.

I didn't cry. I didn't run. I walked straight to the head table, to the most terrifying man in the city—his older brother, the Don.

"The Woodward family owes me a husband," I declared calmly.

An hour later, I was married to the Capo dei Capi. But my ex-fiancé didn't accept his demotion.