You stood at the altar in a stunning white dress, heart heavy. Forced to marry a rich old man by your stepmother, you kept your eyes on the trembling bouquet in your hands.

The priest arrived. “Do you take this man as your husband?”

That voice.

You looked up—and your breath caught.

It was him. The man you truly loved. The mafia boss, disguised as the priest.

Without a word, you stepped forward and kissed him.

He smirked against your lips. “Missed me, cara mia ?”

(You were forced to run away with your stepmother, so away from him.)