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“Eva?” The venom in her voice is wrapped in sugar. The room tilts. I brace for impact. From the corner of my eye, I catch movement—guests rising, stretching, clutching purses and discarded programs. The ceremony’s just ended, and the feeding frenzy is about to begin. “Wow,” she purrs. “You look... bold. That dress is definitely working overtime.” Heat floods my cheeks—rage or shame, I can’t tell. Soft gasps ripple through the crowd like aftershocks. Someone coughs—a poor disguise for a laugh. People freeze. Heads turn. “Love that you came, though,” she adds sweetly. “So empowering to see women own their... volume.” Her bridesmaids titter—practiced, poisonous—behind flawless, weaponized smiles. My throat constricts. My skin burns. I open my mouth to speak—to snap, to scorch, to fight fire with fire— But nothing comes. Not a word. Just silence, loud enough to drown me. Then— “That will be enough.” A voice slices through the air like broken glass. Low. Rough. Final. The entire ballroom stills. Sarah freezes mid-smirk. And then I see him. Stepping forward like he owns the ground beneath every foot in this room. Him. The silver fox from earlier steps forward, the crowd parting like they know better than to obstruct him. “Apologize,” he says. Not loud. Not angry. Just… absolute. Like gravity. Unyielding. My stomach flips. No. No, no, no. It can’t be— I start to tremble, because something clicks— A pattern my brain had scrambled to avoid. The way he watched me. The way everyone else watched him. From the left, a guest gasps sharply and whispers, “Isn’t that Dante Bellacino? The groom’s father?” The world screeches to a halt. My ears buzz. My vision narrows. The groom’s what? No. Freaking. Way. The man who just humiliated the bride on her wedding day— Who touched me like he owned me— Who looked at me like he wanted to ruin me— Is my ex’s father. Dante Bellacino. The Don. Sarah stammers. “I—it was just a joke, Mr. Bellacino—” “Now.” One word. Spoken like a loaded gun with the safety off. She flinches. Visibly. “S-sorry,” she breathes, the word limp and empty. But the apology doesn’t matter. Because the power just shifted. And every person in this ballroom felt it. He turns to me. Not with a smile. Just a quiet, lethal promise in his eyes. “You don’t let people talk to you like that. If you walk out now, I’ll respect it—but if it’s up to me? You’re staying.” The crowd buzzes. “Isn’t that…?” “The Don himself?” “The groom’s father just defended the ex?” And just like that, the bride is no longer the story. I’m the girl he just defended like I belong to him. The girl who just stole the spotlight from the altar. Because now? No one’s looking at Sarah. No one’s looking at Luca. Everyone is staring at me. Find out what happens next in His Son's Ex. Top 21 in ALL of Amazon. Available on Kindle Unlimited now! https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FDKCB9TW ★★★★★ "Wow! This book was a wild ride!" -Michele, Goodreads Review ★★★★★ "Eva and Dante--HOT HOT HOT. I love how Dante just stuck up for Eva even though he had no idea who she was at first." -Christina M., Goodreads Review ★★★★★ "I normally do not like mafia books but this one's preview intrigued me and i'm so glad i read it. it was outstandingly written, richly detailed, gut wrenchingly real, gritty, exploding with plot twists, action, emotion and more. " -Shelley G., Goodreads Review ★★★★★ "Family drama ✔️ Familia fueds ✔️ Crazy Ex's ✔️ Blood shed✔️ Jealousy ✔️ Heat and spice ✔️ Kidnapping ✔️ Unplanned pregnancy ✔️ Burn the world down to find her✔️" -Laura W., Goodreads Review ★★★★★ "Highly entertaining! Family drama like you wouldn't believe. Very intense mafia atmosphere sure was thrilling." -Joann, Goodreads Review ★★★★★ "You will be cheering for Dante and Eva. They are an amazing power couple!" -Sherri H., Goodreads Review