Mafia's Substitute Wife：5 Years Later, She Came for the Arms Empire, Not Him

Five years ago, I learned that Massimo had married me only because I bore a seventy-percent resemblance to the woman he cherished above all else. That night, clutching my bloodstained wedding ring, I boarded the last flight to New York alone. He gripped my chin and sneered as he spat out his cruel words: “You think you’re someone special? You’re nothing but a cheap imitation. How dare you compare yourself to the real love of my life?” Five years later, I stepped out of the airport in my high heels, only to find him blocking my car with a whole squad of men dressed in black. He looked me up and down condescendingly, his eyes filled with mockery: “Back to beg for my forgiveness? Too bad Sophie and I are getting married next month. You don’t even qualify to be the flower girl carrying our bouquet.” I stared at the face that had once broken my heart to the brink of despair, then suddenly burst out laughing. Who would want to marry a ruthless godfather like you? I’ve returned to Chicago this time to take over America’s largest underground arms empire on behalf of my fiancé.

Oleh Stormborne Princess