Shattered Vows: Escaping My Mafia Husband

On our wedding day, my brother made a joke.

"For every minute the groom is late, he pays five hundred dollars!"

Enzo, the city's most feared mafia Don, was six minutes late.

He laughed and handed over three thousand dollars in cash without blinking.

Seeing his generosity, my father confidently entrusted my life to him.

But the moment the wedding ring was on my finger, Enzo looked at me with a dark, chilling smile.

"Your family likes this game, right?" he whispered coldly.

"From now on, every minute you are late, I deduct five hundred dollars from your allowance."