My Wedding with the Mafia Boss, and You Won’t Be There

Antonio was mine—at least, I thought so. Diego liked me too, but feelings meant nothing in our world. The moment Cassandra, my so-called best friend, stepped onto the family yacht, everything changed. They paraded her in front of me, laughing, holding hands, as if I no longer existed.

That was when I called my mother. I said yes to the marriage she arranged—the man chosen to protect me in a world of blood, power, and vendettas.

Cassandra cried innocence with a birthday cake. Antonio answered with rage, shoving me into the sea.