My Don Married My Pregnant Sister, So I Chose His Mafia Rival

A Vettori wedding was never just a wedding. It was a blood-bound truce meant to bring the Five Families to the same table. For Alessio Vettori, it was the final step to cementing his position as the Don. But there was an old tradition in the family The groom must not look upon the bride’s face before the vows are sealed. Alessio respected the old ways. Perhaps that was why, when he woke up in my sister's bed on the morning of our wedding and rushed to the cathedral, he didn't suspect the woman beneath the lace veil wasn't me. "Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?" the priest asked. "I do," Alessio answered. Confident. Absolute. The vows were sealed. He gripped the edge of the veil and lifted it. It was Bianca. Tears glistened in her doe-like eyes. On her finger sat my ring. As for my spot at the altar? There was only a black envelope sealed with the red wax crest of the Vettori family. When Alessio tore it open, his knuckles going white, he found only a single photograph inside. On the back, written in my neat handwriting, was a promise Don't rush, Alessio. This is only the first.

Oleh Ashley