“My mafia husband, Dante, gave every last one of those three out-of-print Paris couture gowns to Sienna—then took a shred of scrap lace from the hem of her dress and made it into my wedding veil.
All because, seven years ago, he’d decided I was the one who stole Sienna’s spot at the Paris art residency.
On paper, I’d been his wife for seven years.
Now, at long last, he’d agreed to hold the ceremony—to have the Moretti family formally recognize me—and all he was willing to spare me was a strip of trim she’d thrown away.
Three days later, at the wedding.
The family elder let a silver key sink to the bottom of the frozen lake and told me to dive in and bring it back up myself.
“”Only by opening the ring casket and letting the Don slip the ring onto your finger can you become a Donna the Moretti family truly acknowledges.””
Seven years I’d waited for this ceremony.
Everyone was waiting for me to jump.
But I only stood at the edge of the lake, watching the key sink out of sight. I didn’t move.”
My Mafia Husband Gave Her Couture—And Me Her Scraps Chapter 10 The day the lake thawed, Dante had them dredge that key up from the bottom. The silver was tarnished with rust. My name was still cut into it. Elena. The ring had never been in the lake. It had been sitting all along in
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My Mafia Husband Gave Her Couture—And Me Her Scraps Chapter 09 The day Sienna staged her next public breakdown, she did it from her own hospital room. She had the door left wide open, propped a phone on a stand at the foot of her bed, and announced that she wanted to say something honest
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My Mafia Husband Gave Her Couture—And Me Her Scraps Chapter 08 The night Dante checked Sienna into the hospital, he turned around and bought up an entire season of Paris couture at auction. The invoice screenshot landed on my phone. The note attached was a single line: Restitution for Elena. Rosa told me that season
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My Mafia Husband Gave Her Couture—And Me Her Scraps Chapter 07 The Red Hook reception had barely begun when the big screen behind the podium cut to black. The reception was Blackwood’s affair. After the East River docks stripped Moretti of transit rights, Blackwood had to stand before the old East Coast houses and put
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My Mafia Husband Gave Her Couture—And Me Her Scraps Chapter 06 At one in the morning, someone printed black-and-white photographs of me onto memorial cards. Not online—that would have been merciful. The cards were delivered to the porters’ lodges of half a dozen old East Coast households, each with a single line beneath the image:
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My Mafia Husband Gave Her Couture—And Me Her Scraps Chapter 05 The cemetery had gone dead silent. Dante’s face was a terrible, bloodless white. I turned and walked toward the gates. Dante took two steps after me—until Signora Moretti’s voice cut across the snow. “Dante. The family.” His steps stopped. He didn’t come after me.
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My Mafia Husband Gave Her Couture—And Me Her Scraps Chapter 04 At noon, the Moretti family gathered for lunch. Sienna sat at Dante’s right hand—the seat that belonged to the wife. She slid into it the way someone slides into a chair they’ve taken a hundred times before. I was placed at the far end
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My Mafia Husband Gave Her Couture—And Me Her Scraps Chapter 03 The next morning, a Moretti car pulled up outside the Blackwood estate. Dante walked in with a statement in his hand. He didn’t ask whether my fever had broken. He didn’t mention the ceremony he’d wrecked. He just set the paper down on the
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My Mafia Husband Gave Her Couture—And Me Her Scraps Chapter 02 I’d barely hung up on my lawyer before Marco came after me. “Madam, the Don says the other families have arrived. You don’t have to go into the lake anymore. Please change your dress—the ceremony resumes in the chapel in ten minutes.” The gown
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My Mafia Husband Gave Her Couture—And Me Her Scraps Chapter 01 My mafia husband, Dante, gave every last one of those three out-of-print Paris couture gowns to Sienna—then took a shred of scrap lace from the hem of her dress and made it into my wedding veil. All because, seven years ago, he’d decided I
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