Severed Vows: The Mafia Heir Who Chose Another Woman's Cradle

Dante de Rossi, heir to the de Rossi mafia dynasty in Manhorne, swears he loves me more than anything. Yet a single month before our wedding, he calmly announces that his family has arranged for him to father a child with his childhood friend, Isobel de Luca. I refuse. I refuse again and again. But he raises it every single day, pressing, coaxing, pushing me toward a betrayal dressed up as duty. Then, half a month before the ceremony, a pregnancy report lands in my hands like a blade. Isobel is already more than a month along. I never gave my consent. In that frozen moment I finally see the truth: the love I trusted for years is paper-thin, ready to tear at the first pull. So I cancel the wedding. I destroy every gift he ever placed in my hands, every token of a future that was already a lie. On the very day we were meant to marry, I leave for Etolia to chase the medical career that is mine alone, accepting a post with an international medical organization and cutting every last thread that ever bound me to the mafia. From this moment on, he and I are nothing to each other. And yet the silence he left behind still echoes, sharp and unfinished, in the space where a wedding should have been.