The Don Swapped the Bride. So I Swapped the Groom.

The night before my wedding to the Don, I drive sixty miles to bring his mistress home myself.Damien Sinclair — the man who pulled me out of my family's massacre at thirteen, the man I waited ten years to marry — looks me in the eye and tells me to step aside. Let her wear my gown. Let her take my ring. Be patient. He'll marry me later.He forgot one thing.I'm the last Moretti. My blood is currency in this world.By sunset, his own Capos have switched sides. By midnight, I'm standing at the altar with the only man more dangerous than him — and Damien is on his knees, watching.