My Fiance Left Me for My Friend, I Found A God Mafia Who Truly Loves Me

He roared, "When you've calmed down, then come see me again! Get out!"

Rage churned endlessly in my chest. Before I could resist, I was dragged out the door by security.

If I hadn't left the organization for him back then … If I hadn't rolled over that nail board … Right now, I'd be able to rush in and beat them both to a pulp. But … there were no what-ifs in this world.

A sense of helplessness drowned me as heavy rain soaked me to the bone. The wound on my forehead was repeatedly washed by the rain.

I walked two kilometers before I collapsed. A familiar scent of pine wrapped around me.

When I opened my eyes, I was already lying in a car, with Alastair's worried face in front of me. He asked, "How are you feeling?"

He continued, "Didn't we agree I'd step in for you? You let yourself get like this? If I hadn't come back, were you planning to just walk all the way home like this? Don't care about your body anymore?" His voice was anxious, but couldn't hide the concern underneath.

I couldn't help but force a smile and said, "You're worried about me? I'm not seeing things, am I? Even the leader of the Black Hole organization knows how to worry about people?"

Suddenly, I started coughing violently.

Alastair quickly patted my back to help me breathe and teased, "If you've got the energy to talk back, then your injuries aren't serious. I'm not worried about you, just afraid I'll become a widower before the wedding and have to collect your corpse. You believe that?"

The driver couldn't help but laughed, he said, "Mr. Kidman, you flew back overnight on a private jet and the first thing you do is argue with Miss Monroe? Miss Monroe, you don't know, when your father had an accident, Mr. Kidman dropped everything and flew back …"

"Old Jenkins, why are you talking so much?" Alastair purposely put on a cold face, but this time the driver wasn't scared at all.

He added, "The wedding is already set for one week from now, at the same hotel where you and Clayton were supposed to get married, saves me the trouble of finding a new venue."

The driver looked playfully through the rearview mirror and winked at me, "Is Mr. Kidman being efficient, or is this a declaration of war? Hard to say…"

A warmth spread through my chest, I couldn't help but look up at him. I thought agreeing to marry him was just to help him deal with his family. I didn't expect him to fly back overnight for me.

When I was in love with Clayton, even if he was only two hundred kilometers away on a business trip, he didn't bother showing up on my birthday. Turns out it wasn't about inconvenience.

For someone who truly loves you, even the ends of the earth were on the way.

During the six days I stayed in the hospital, Clayton never sent a single message. Alastair stayed by my side every day, he handled work only from his laptop.

The internet was flooded with news of the Kidman Group heir returning to the country. But no journalist ever captured a photo of the Kidman Family's young heir's face.

On the sixth day, I was discharged and Alastair went back to the old estate. Marriage wasn't a small matter, he still had to inform the elders.

I went alone to the hotel for the rehearsal. Just as I put on my wedding dress, a shrill voice rang out from afar, "Sienna? What a coincidence, you're here for rehearsal too? No wonder you two are such a couple, even after fighting, you're still so in sync."

Clayton had a cold expression, his arm around Angelina's shoulders, full of disdain.

He said, "You say you don't want to get married, but your body says otherwise. What, you're that desperate to marry me?"

He pointed at my wedding dress and said, "But I already promised that dress to Angelina. She's going to wear it for her maternity photos. Take it off, I'll rent you a different one."

I couldn't help but laugh in disbelief, "Give it to her? I'd rather shred it to pieces and throw it away than let her touch it!"

Clayton's face instantly turned red with rage. "Don't push your luck!" he threatened.

I curled my lips into a cold smile.

I said, "You want it, huh? Fine, I'll give it to you!"

I turned and went back into the room. Ten minutes later, the wedding dress had been cut into scraps and thrown at the doorway.

I mocked, "There you go. Why aren't you wearing it? Don't like it?"

Clayton was furious and tried to charge at me. But right then, Angelina clutched her belly and cried out in pain.

Before they left, he threw out a line, "Remember what you did today. If the groom doesn't show up tomorrow, don't come begging me on your knees!"

That evening, Alastair brought over a haute couture wedding dress, hundreds of times more expensive than the one from earlier.

I logged into his account and uploaded all of Angelina's information to the dark web.

On the wedding day, Clayton shamelessly sent a message: [I'll show up if you kneel and apologize to Angelina. Three apologies. Send a video.]

My fingers flew across the screen, I typed: [Sure. But where is your Angelina now?]

After sending the message, I hummed a tune and blocked him. Then I got into the wedding car.

At the same time, inside the Aiken Family villa, Clayton searched every room, no sign of Angelina.

He was about to lose his mind when his assistant called, panicked while said, "Bad news, Mr. Aiken! Angelina has been posted on the dark web! Someone's selling the birth rights to her unborn child! Price tag: 560 million! Exactly the entire Aiken Family's assets!"