My Secret Mafia Lover Begged for Me Back

I had been secretly dating my brother’s best friend, the heir to the Moretti family, for seven years, and I was planning to propose to him at the family banquet.

Following his location, I found him at a drinking party, only to overhear their laughter through a crack in the private room door.

“Vito, your Cinderella is back. What are you planning to do with the little stand-in?”

The room fell silent for a few seconds.

Then another underboss sneered.

“Vito’s got some nerve. You even dared to touch the most beloved princess of the current Sicilian Mafia Don. Now that you’ve had your fill of sweetness, Lucia has come back…”

“She left so heartlessly back then. She deserved to be pissed off with a replacement!”

The next day, Vito took me to Lucia’s welcome-back banquet, putting on an extravagant show of affection for me.

But when Lucia rushed into the rain with tears in her eyes, he shoved me aside and chased after her in a panic.

Covered in soup stains and burns, I went home and opened the secret door he had never allowed me to enter.

Photographs of him and Lucia, once inseparable, covered the desk.

My heart turned to ash as I picked up the encrypted line to my brother in Sicily.

“Brother, I’ve thought it over. About the arranged marriage in Chicago—I agree!”