The Ruthless Capo Steals His Queen

I was waiting in my white dress to finally formalize my mafia marriage with Marco.

I was three months pregnant with his heir, foolishly believing our arranged union had blossomed into true love.

But right before our Church registration, I saw a private post from his notorious ex-girlfriend, Sophia.

It was a photo of Marco holding white roses for her, with a caption meant only for me.

"He is picking me up, do not wait up."

Marco immediately canceled our vows, citing urgent syndicate business, and left me standing alone.