Revenge at the Altar

I turned a nobody from the streets into a Mafia, and I defied my papa—a man who loved me more than anything—to do it.

For five years, I cast aside the honor of being a Principessa, all for the dream of a life with him.

I thought the man I loved was on the verge of becoming the next Don of the Moretti family.

But then my papa collapsed during his prayers in the church, suffering a massive cardiac arrest in the one place he believed was most sacred, most safe.

Robin was by my side day and night, whispering encouragement. "Isabella, you have to be strong. It's the only way your papa can rest in peace."

I was planning our wedding, ready to marry the man I thought I could trust with my life, when I overheard him talking to his mistress, Ava.

"We finally got rid of the old bastard."

"Once I marry Isabella, half the Moretti empire will be ours.."

The five years I had willingly dedicated to him had been nothing more than an incubator for his twisted ambition.

I wiped my tears and became the Moretti family's princess once more. I swore I would make them pay in blood.

So, on the night before my wedding, I picked up my phone and dialed my brother's number.

"Brother," I said. "It's time to close the net."

The man I have deeply loved for five years, who I have sacrificed my self-respect and identity for, is now smugly showing off to his mistress how he killed my papa.。

"The old bastard is finally out of our way."

Robin's voice drifted through the glass doors of the terrace, a dagger of pure ice plunging straight into my heart.

I was standing in my papa's study. The air still held the lingering scent of his cigars and old books.

"Don't worry, Ava," Robin chuckled, his voice thick with a smugness he couldn't hide. "That stubborn old goat is finally gone. A massive heart attack. So poetic... and convenient."

My blood ran cold.

"Of course, she's devastated," he continued, the false sympathy in his voice making me sick to my stomach. "But once I marry Isabella, the entire Moretti family will be ours. Just be a little more patient, baby."

I turned silently and went back to my room. I didn't scream. I didn't shatter the crystal glass in my hand.

I just felt a deep, profound cold, as if every cell in my body had turned to ice.

But I am Isabella Moretti, the treasured Principessa of this family. And a woman of Moretti family never loses her composure.

For five years, I had willingly cast aside every honor that was mine by birthright, all to help Robin rise from the streets and become a Mafia, so he could one day be worthy of standing beside me.

I had even defied my papa, who loved me more than life itself.

Only now did I understand what a fool I had been for those five years.

My hand slid silently into my pocket and pulled out the encrypted phone only my brother, Marco, and I knew about. Without hesitation, I hit the speed dial.

The phone was answered on the first ring.

"Isabella?" Marco's voice was low and exhausted. He was drowning in the chaos of holding the family together.

"Brother," I said, my own voice so calm it felt alien. "I'll do it. I'll agree to go back to the family and cancel the wedding with Robin."

A long silence stretched from the other end of the line. He didn't ask why. He just said one word.

"Alright."

After hanging up, I immediately called my wedding planner.

"This is Isabella Moretti," I commanded. "The wedding is off. I want everything pulled. The hall, the cars, the security detail, the food, the flowers. Pull it all. Now."

"Wh-what? Miss Moretti, but…"

"Do as I say."

I have seven days to plot my revenge. The countdown starts now: Day One.