The Mafia Don Killed My Groom Then Buried Me Alive Chapter 01
The Wedding Bullet
On my wedding day, Adrian Vitale stormed into the wedding hall, shot my fiancé in the head, and dragged me out by my hair.
I’m The Doctor—the underground legend every Mafia family begs to save their men when they’re dying.
Ten years ago, I found a bleeding boy in the woods behind our private clinic.
I stitched him up.
He grabbed my wrist and swore, “When I grow up, I’m gonna marry you.”
Ten years later, that boy is Don Adrian Vitale—the most feared Mafia boss on the East Coast.
And on the day I was supposed to marry Marco, my mentor’s son, Adrian showed up in a black suit and shot Marco dead in front of everyone.
“I told you I’d marry you,” he said, wiping blood from his cheek.
“Your husband will only ever be me.”
He dragged me back to his compound and made me his wife.
But I don’t love him. Never will.
He murdered Marco.
I never let him touch me.
So he got angry.
He locked me in the West Wing of the estate—his private wing, off-limits to everyone else.
And then he found her.
Selene. A woman who looks about eighty percent like me.
Same eyes. Same mouth. Almost my face.
He paraded her around. Called her his girlfriend.
Gave her the biggest suite in the main house.
Hired a photographer to take glossy couple photos of them—kissing, laughing, feeding each other cake.
Then he had the photos delivered to my wing.
“Look what you’re missing, sweetheart,” the note said.
I’m sitting on the private terrace of the West Wing right now, flipping through the latest batch, when I hear voices outside my gate.
“Adrian keeps sneaking off to the West Wing,” a woman snaps.
“Today, I’m finding out what he’s hiding in there.”
“But Selene, he said the West Wing is off-limits. Nobody’s allowed in.”
I know exactly how crazy Adrian is.
If Selene walks through that door, she’s dead.
I jump up. I have to warn them.
But the second I crack the door open, a hand slams across my face.
And there she is—Selene.
My face, but sharper. Meaner.
“Who the hell are you?” she hisses.
“You think looking a little like me means you can hide out here and steal my man?”
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