The Underboss's Obsession: Stealing The Bride

Three days before the wedding.

I was hiding in the dressing room, watching my fiancé caress the swollen belly of another woman.

Luca, the man who had saved my life five years ago, was smiling at his mistress, Sofia. But the real knife to the heart wasn't the affair—it was the dress.

The custom wedding gown he had "lovingly" ordered for me featured intricate silver embroidery along the hem.

It didn't spell Elena.

It read Sofia.

He was planning to make me walk down the aisle wearing his mistress's name.