Eight Years As His Secret Lover, I Married The Top Mafia Don Next Saturday Chapter 04
“Want me to take a photo?” Lucius stood behind me, his voice warm and soft.
I nodded and handed my phone to the associate.
“Could you take a picture of us together, please?”
My easy agreement caught Lucius off guard for a split second. He quickly stepped beside me, resting a hand gently on my waist in a perfectly gentlemanly pose.
The photo turned out beautiful.
I uploaded it to my social media page and wrote my caption.
[Next Saturday, Midtown Hotel. Everyone is welcome to attend my wedding with Mr. Gambino.]
The comments exploded within a minute of posting.
“No way! That’s the head of the Gambino family! Sabrina, you’re so lucky!”
“Who dares say Sabrina was pining after Don Moretti now? The Gambinos lead the five major families. Moretti can’t compare at all!”
I scrolled through the comments when my phone started ringing.
It was Slytherin. I answered the call.
His voice was thick with alcohol and sharp mockery, clearly stung by what he’d seen online.
“Sabrina, you used the Gambino family just to force me into marrying you? You’ll stop at nothing, won’t you?”
I prepared to explain myself.
Lucius reached over and took the phone from my hand, tapping the speakerphone button.
His powerful, unyielding voice echoed through the device.
“Don Moretti, Sabrina and I are getting married. This is not some game.”
“She waited eight years for you. I have waited twelve years for her.”
“Thank you for failing to cherish the woman standing beside you.”
Complete silence fell on the other end of the line.
Several long seconds passed before Slytherin shouted in a loss of control.
“This can’t be true! Sabrina, talk to me!”
Lucius glanced down at me with tender eyes and passed the phone back.
I held the phone, my tone as polite and distant as if I spoke to a total business client.
“Slytherin, my assistant will send you a formal wedding invitation. Feel free to come with Bella.”
“Have you lost your mind?” His voice shook with emotion. “You barely know him! Do you have any idea how much blood Lucius has on his hands? How can you trust a man like him?”
I nearly laughed out loud.
Barely know him?
I’d known Lucius for twenty-eight years. I’d only known Slytherin for eight.
Who was the truly “casual” one here?
“He is my childhood companion.”
I paused briefly. “I met him twenty years before I ever met you.”
I ended the call without giving him a chance to argue further.
Lucius stood behind me, watching my reflection in the mirror. He spoke quietly. “Do you have any regrets?”
I shook my head, and tears of gratitude slipped down my cheeks.
Slytherin’s calls came one after another all through that night, but I ignored every single one.
He sent a string of accusatory messages later on.
[Sabrina, what are you doing?]
[Are you that desperate to get married?]
Half an hour later, his messages softened, filled with pleading.
[Sabrina, I’m sorry. I drank too much tonight.]
[I promise Bella and I will file for divorce first thing tomorrow morning.]
[Don’t marry someone just to spite me, okay?]
Once, those words would have made me forgive him instantly.
But eight years had passed. I’d gone from twenty-two to thirty years old waiting for him.
All I got in return was a public marriage license with another woman, my precious apartment handed away, and silence while strangers insulted me.
I blocked all his contact information and powered off my phone.
Early the next morning, Lucius offered to drive me to the Moretti headquarters.
I held his hand and shook my head firmly. “No, I’ll go alone. I need to tie up all loose ends today.”
I climbed into my car and gripped a folder full of paperwork tightly. Whatever happened next, I would settle every score.
The car drove toward the building, light and shadow flickering across my face.
I stepped through the main doors of the headquarters soon after. Slytherin had no idea what was coming for him today. This was far more than a scorned woman seeking closure.
