He Was Doomed to Die Until I Married Him

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garden. Ten days before my scheduled wedding, Leo Gallo stood before me, his tailored pinstripe

e clear, Isabella. Angelica Russo will remain by my side. She understands the business, the pharmaceuticals we

wanted to publicly humiliate me to break my spirit. He thought I was just

truth. I knew Leo and his aunt, Sofia Rossi, had orchestrated the brutal ambush that left my

endetta beneath a mask of holl

s, completely oblivious to the storm o

imposing oil portrait of my late father, my six-year-old brother, Luca, huddled in an oversiz

a message to the Moretti estate. Directly to the Mafia Queen, Gabriella. Tell her

hands grabbing my damp skirt with a child's pure terror. "No, Bella! You can't marry the

ld believed the Underboss was a broken man waiting f

ing deeply into my brother's

g. Less than two hours after my message was sent, I found myself kneeling on a priceless Persian rug in the inner sanctum

hope. I was offering her broken son a lifeline, a loyal wife when the rest of the Five Families had writ

's relief. Don Luciano Moretti stared down at me, his dark eyes dev

rumble that vibrated through the floorboards. He leaned forward, the heavy gold rings on his fingers catc