He Knelt for Me Too Late, and I’m Someone Else’s Bride

Seven years I gave him. My loyalty. My body. My future. Even when I was dying.

Even when I found out I was pregnant with his child while brain cancer ate at my skull like fire.

I was going to tell him. But instead, he brought her home.

Zoraya.

His mistress. Pregnant. Proud. Wearing my robe.

He didn’t just cheat—he humiliated me. Made me kneel in front of her. In the rain.

Sick. Bleeding. Barely able to breathe.

And when I collapsed? He walked away.

When I woke up, I was no longer in that house.

My real father—Don Moretti—had found me. Turns out I was never just anyone.

I’m Savannah Moretti. Daughter of a mafia king. Heiress to an empire. Trained to rule. Born for war.

My father and brother faked my death.

To the world, I was gone.

To Zeus, I was a corpse—and then, just guilt.

The doctor said I died. Then added, “She was seven weeks pregnant.”

They say he froze. That he didn’t speak for hours.

Good.

And now, three years later, he saw me again.

With Dominik Salvatore, my fiancé—a man he can’t even breathe around.

Zeus dropped to his knees. Right there.

Begging. Whispering my name like a prayer he knows won’t be answered.

“Savannah, please. I was wrong. I never stopped loving you.”

I looked at him. Calm. Unmoved. Diamond on my finger. “You should’ve loved me when I was dying.”