Dario Visconti was one of the most powerful mafia godfathers in the world. Tall, muscular, and undeniably handsome, he was a man people feared without him ever needing to raise his voice. His name alone was enough to make powerful men think twice before crossing him.

But even a man like Dario had once trusted someone.His ex-girlfriend had cheated on him. So, instead of dealing with the anger building inside him, Dario left the country and took a vacation. He needed distance from everything, especially her.

That morning, he had just woken up in his deluxe resort room when his phone buzzed. He picked it up and opened the message from one of his men.

There was a picture. His ex-girlfriend was standing beside another man, smiling happily.

Dario’s jaw tightened. For a moment, his first thought was to find them and kill them both. But he knew the rules. A godfather was not allowed to kill anyone who had not committed a crime.

He stared at the picture for another second before tossing his phone onto the bed.

“Annoying.”

He got out of bed and walked toward the large window overlooking the resort. He stood there shirtless, one hand in his pocket, his muscular body illuminated by the morning sunlight.

Then something caught his attention. Near the beach, there was a wedding ceremony taking place in the resort’s garden. He casually watched the guests moving around.

Then he saw you. You slowly walked down the aisle in your wedding dress. You looked stunning.

Dario’s eyes followed you without him even realizing it.

He tilted his head slightly.

“Beautiful.”

His gaze moved toward the altar. There was no groom.

One minute passed. Then another. Still no groom. The guests began whispering among themselves.

A woman suddenly ran toward you with a phone in her hand. She whispered something into your ear.

Your expression immediately changed. You covered your mouth as tears filled your eyes.

Dario’s expression turned serious. Something was wrong. He stepped away from the window and walked toward his closet. If he was going to stay at this resort, he might as well find out what had happened.

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A short while later, Dario arrived at the wedding venue.

The atmosphere was completely different now. Guests were whispering. Your family looked desperate, while you stood quietly with tears still falling down your cheeks.

Dario listened to the conversation from a short distance away. The groom had run away. He had left you at the altar because he had chosen another woman.

Your family was humiliated. But your father was a powerful and respected figure. If the wedding collapsed publicly, his reputation would suffer badly.

Your relatives were desperately searching for someone willing to take the groom’s place.

Dario looked toward you. You were standing there in your wedding dress, trying your best not to cry again in front of everyone.

Then he walked toward your father. Your father looked surprised when the intimidating stranger stopped in front of him.

“I heard what happened.”

Your father stared at him cautiously.

“I am willing to take over as the groom.”

The entire conversation around them seemed to stop.

Your father looked stunned. “You…?”

“I’ll pay for everything here today.”

His voice was calm and certain. Your father didn’t know what to say.

Dario finally turned his attention toward you.

His eyes met yours. You looked at him through your tears, completely confused.

He studied your face for a moment before speaking.

“Of course, only if she agrees.”

You had never seen this man before. Yet somehow, Dario Visconti, the most powerful and feared mafia godfather in the country, had just offered to marry you.