6 Chapter 6
“Isabella Romano! You’re a malicious bitch**, aren’t you? Just trying to use our wedding today to force me to get rid of Sophia?” (1
I smiled at Alessandro and slowly extended my hand.
“Who the hell are you? What gives you the right to touch my woman?”
“I do!”
“So that’s Alessandro Salvatore? I heard he was studying in Europe. He’s certainly as
distinguished as they say.”
Meanwhile, Vincent, with Sophia on his arm, walked slowly toward the altar.
“Miss Isabella Romano, will you marry me? To be together through sickness and health,
for richer or poorer, never to be parted?”
“Let me tell you, if you don’t swallow your pride, vow to marry me, and agree to get along
with Sophia, believe me when I say I will marry Sophia and kick you to the curb without a second thought.”
The wedding march began to play. They looked at each other and smiled, their eyes filled
with deep affection.
“I can’t believe the Romano family actually managed to forge an alliance with the
Salvatore family from Las Vegas. With two powerhouses joining forces, they’ll be
unstoppable.”
The priest stepped forward to present the rings, and the bride and groom exchanged
them.
“Your woman? Vincent Kane, I have just married Mr. Salvatore, so I’ll thank you not to address me so familiarly. This is my husband, Alessandro Salvatore, son of Don Salvatore from Las Vegas.”
The priest was stunned, too. After all, under layers of makeup and a veil, for a moment he genuinely couldn’t tell who was who.
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Alessandro strode in elegantly, dressed in a bespoke tuxedo with a subtle pattern, a bright red bow tie at his collar, and holding a large bouquet of white roses.
“What a bastard! How can he humiliate her like this? Would the Don of the Romano family actually agree to this?”
The ceremony was a blur-natural, smooth, and over in three minutes.
“Mr. Vincent Kane, do you take this beautiful woman to be your wife, to love and to cherish her in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, until death do you part?”
I scoffed, linking my arm through Alessandro’s.
“I don’t!”
“You don’t know?”
Vincent said excitedly, “I do. For this life and the next, I do.”
Sophia’s expression stiffened. Just as she was about to say “I do,” I slowly stepped forward and declared loudly,
“I do. For this life, the next, and for every lifetime to come.”
An uproar erupted among the guests, all eyes turning to the altar.
“Sigh, it’s because the Principessa and Kane have been together for over a decade. If she
doesn’t marry him, who would want his sloppy seconds?”
The priest turned to Sophia.
He was certain I cared about the Romano family’s honor, which is why he dared to
threaten me in public, forcing me to swallow my pride and accept Sophia as his mistress.
“We’ll see who dares to take you then, you damaged goods!”
Listening to the murmurs from the crowd, my expression darkened.
The priest’s solemn voice rang out.
“Apparently, Kane is marrying his mistress today.”
Alessandro had just pulled me into his arms when Vincent finally snapped out of his daze
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and yanked him away.
“Miss Isabella Romano, do you take this handsome gentleman to be your husband, to love and to cherish him in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, until death do you
part?”
I followed impassively behind, like a maid.
“And do you, sir, take the beautiful Miss Romano to be your wife, through sickness and health, for richer or poorer, never to be parted?”
The sanctuary instantly erupted.
The priest, ever so perceptive, immediately announced in a loud voice:
“What’s going on? Isn’t this the union of the Kane and Romano families? Who is that
bride?”
And there I stood behind them, looking completely disheveled, more like a bridesmaid.
Alessandro took my hand and gently pressed a kiss to the back of it.
Papa was livid, and just as he was about to curse him for his shamelessness, the church
doors slowly swung open.
