ra

amily chapel was

lanted firmly on the stone path. Beside her, her husband and for

nnifer were arranged before them lik

oors of the cha

rection, expecting to see a s

was j

ed out

. The six-figure wedding gown was gone. In its place, I wore

pale, serene mask. There were no

eld a large, orn

nt scar above his left eyebrow. Damien Falcone. Eleonora's grandson. T

o was supp

tary step back, as i

as solely on the matriarch. I walked directly to

, carrying in the quiet night. "I apologize for the

ce twist in fury, but Eleonora's sharp g

t marry a traitor. Not after I saw my own fiancé in the bridal suite with my half-sister, using our wedding day t

, almost fanatical devotion. "But I will still honor my commi

o my chest, holding i

the hero of the Falcone family.

ard. It was so profound I could hea

ll thought I had finally

ncredulous laugh. "You'r

hips of ice. "Shut up. A living coward has

a physical blow. He flinch

ked in Eleonora's eyes. She studied me, truly seeing

urprise. He saw it too. The s

Falcone for years. Every woman in our world knows what he was. Powerful. Honorabl

d remained u

. Let me wear his name with dignity. Let me be his widow, so the ma

tened around th

guardian of his legacy. I will be the shield that protects this family's honor from the stain of scandal. The Park family's business networks, our p

was not about me. It was abou

time. The only sound was the

striking the stone with

," sh

e air, stunning eve

ly in the doorway. "Father, prepare the ceremony. Tonig

te sound. "Eleonora, you can't

time. "I, the matriarch of the Falcone family, declare this m

back inside to mak

bsurd, funereal wedding, I had just executed the most impossible comeback of my lif