Aliana’s POV

I stood in front of the full-length mirror, staring at my reflection.

The woman looking back at me wasn’t the same woman from months ago.

She wasn’t the struggling restaurant owner who once believed in love.

She wasn’t the broken woman who had been betrayed and sold like a commodity.

She was someone else now. A future Mafia wife.

Freddy had spared no expense for this wedding. The dress alone was proof of that.

It was a satin gown with off-the-shoulder design, perfectly tailored to my curves, the material embracing my waist before cascading into a lengthy, graceful train. Intricate lace embroidery adorned the bodice, gleaming softly in...