I Made Him Don—Then He Made Me Kneel to His Wife

At the Veyron family’s succession ceremony in Sicily, Lucian was named Don and prepared to announce the woman who would become the family’s godmother. By tradition, everyone had to kneel, kiss her hand, and present their most prized possession as a pledge of absolute loyalty. When Lucian escorted Celia, the Marlowe family’s adopted daughter, to the seat of honor, my wineglass slipped from my hand and shattered on the floor. I’d stood beside Lucian for five years. To help him become Don, I’d done countless dirty jobs he could never afford to have traced back to him. Every job had put my life on the line. I’d taken three bullets for him and made enemies of most of the family elders. Lucian turned to me, displeasure plain on his face. “Vesper Wynn, are you questioning my decision?” He didn’t raise his voice, but it carried across the hall. “Forget becoming the Veyron family’s godmother. You’re an orphan who can’t even remember her past. You don’t have the pedigree to stand beside me.” He glanced at Celia. “Now kneel and pay your respects. From this day forward, Celia is the family’s godmother.” Celia approached with a smug smile and held out her pale hand. Everyone watched, waiting f…

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