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The bouquet I tossed at my wedding was caught by Roxie—Dante's "girl bro". She smirked. "Does this mean I should propose now?" The groomsmen shoved Dante into her space. "Kiss her! Kiss her!" "Didn't you two pass out in the same bed last night? Your face was buried in her ch//est!" Dante laughed, kicking one of them. "Cut it out. My wife is right here." Roxie side-eyed me. "I don't mind. I'm just afraid your fragile little wife is about to cry~" Dante finally looked at me.He flicked my nose. "Be good, Elena. It's just a joke. Don't be so petty." I brushed his hand away. Walked to the altar. Snatched the microphone from the priest. "You wanted to ruin my wedding? Fine." I locked eyes with the man I used to love. "Take him, Roxie. I don't want him anymore." The roaring laughter of the groomsmen froze instantly. A suffocating silence blanketed the grand cathedral, followed by a violent wave of hushed whispers among the elite guests. Dante's face darkened completely. He lunged forward, his fingers clamping tightly around my wrist like iron shackles. "Roxie was just making a joke, Elena. Do you have to be this dramatic?" he hissed, his voice laced with suppressed anger. "Stop ruining this. This is the dream wedding you wanted for months." When I didn't answer, his grip loosened slightly, changing to a softer tone. "Nonna is still waiting to see our wedding video in her hospital room. Have you forgotten?" Forgotten? How could I? Just last night, my nonna had a rare moment of clarity through her foggy mind, her trembling, wrinkled hands weakly pressing ours together. Dante had knelt by the bed, swearing on his life and the Vitale family honor that he would cherish me forever. Yet, the moment he stepped out of that hospital, he went straight to his bachelor party and tangled himself with Roxie. My eyes seared with unshed tears, but I refused to let them fall. I wrenched my wrist from his grasp, snatched the microphone back, and yelled into it, letting my voice echo through every corner of the room: "Is burying your face in her ch//est and sleeping in the same bed also a joke, Dante?!" The accusation exploded in the venue. The guests gasped, their scandalous, gossip-hungry eyes darting back and forth between the cold Capo and the smirking Roxie. A flash of sheer humiliation and rage crossed Dante's face. He ripped the microphone from my hand, his voice dropping into a dangerous, low threat. "Shut your mouth, Elena! Are you trying to destroy this wedding?!" Before I could speak, Roxie casually took the mic from him. She gave a playful, innocent shrug, addressing the crowd. "Oh, please. Forget about sleeping in the same bed—Dante and I used to take baths together stark bare when we were two years old. If the bride is choosing now to get jealous, isn't she a little too late?" With just a few words, she dismissed their blatant betrayal as childhood innocence. In a blink of an eye, I became the crazy, unreasonable woman throwing a tantrum. Dante's mother, Signora Vitale, laughed smoothly, wrapping an arm around Roxie's shoulders. She cast a chilling, contemptuous glare at me. "Roxie is the only daughter-in-law I ever wanted for the Vitale family," Signora Vitale announced, her voice dripping with aristocratic disdain. "She matches our status, and she has class. Unlike some low-class orphans who don't even know how to behave in public. No manners, no upbringing... God knows what kind of garbage her parents were to raise—" "Ma!" Dante barked, cutting her off sharply. "Smettila. Don't say another word." Dante quickly turned his eyes back to me, his gaze suddenly filled with panic, guilt, and a sickening display of heartache. But it was too late. Every ounce of color drained from my face. A bitter, suffocating pain wrapped tightly around my throat. Ten years ago. My parents were celebrating their wedding anniversary at the beach. They had spotted a teenage Dante, who had been dragged away by a lethal rip current while hiding from a rival gang. To save his life, my parents jumped into the raging sea... and they never came back. If they were still alive today... if my father was still here to hold my hand... No one in this dark, ruthless world would ever dare to humiliate me like this. Roxie crossed her arms, her lips curling into a mocking pout as she looked at me. "Wait, are you seriously crying?" She let out a sharp, scoffing laugh. "Tch. If something were actually going on between Dante and me, do you really think it would have been your turn to wear the dress?" She shrugged dramatically, turning around. "Fine, fine. It's all my fault. I'll just leave, okay?" Dante's expression hardened instantly. He lunged forward, catching Roxie by the waist to stop her. Then, he whipped his head back to glare at me, his eyes blazing with intense condemnation. "Roxie flew all the way across the ocean just to attend our wedding, Elena! If you can't be grateful, the least you could do is not drive her away! What is wrong with you?" As his words echoed through the cathedral, I caught Roxie's eyes over his shoulder. She was giving me a smug, triumphant smirk. Suddenly, a profound wave of exhaustion washed over me. It all felt so incredibly pathetic. Without a word, I reached down, tore the diamond wedding ring off my ring finger, and hurled it straight at them. "She doesn't need to leave," I whispered. "I do." The ring clattered against the marble floor. "You guys wanted to ruin the wedding anyway? Keep the ring. He's yours." Dante snatched the ring from the floor, his fingers crushing the metal as a dangerous, volatile fury erupted in his dark eyes. "Elena Ward! You sure are generous!" he roared, stepping toward me. "Do you honestly believe I won't replace the bride right here, right now, if you dare walk out that door?!" "Let her leave!" Signora Vitale's sharp voice cut through the tension. Dante scoffed, his pride refusing to let him chase me. "Let her go. I'll wait for her to come crawling back to me in tears." I gathered the heavy satin train of my wedding dress and sprinted out of the grand cathedral without turning back once, leaving Dante's furious bellows far behind me. I hailed a passing cab on the street. The driver glanced at me through the rearview mirror multiple times, taking in my torn veil and tear-stained face before asking cautiously, "Where to, miss?" Sitting in the backseat, the suffocating rage in my ch//est slowly dissolved into a hollow blankness. Where could I go? Shortly after my parents passed away, my grandmother, completely devastated and confused by grief, got into a horrific car accident. The other party demanded an astronomical amount of compensation. With no other choice, I had to sell our family home. I remembered that day. It was pouring rain, and I couldn't catch a cab to save my life. It was Dante who roared into my life on a black motorcycle, speeding through the storm to take me to the hospital. He pulled off his helmet with one hand, revealing a hands0me, wildly arrogant face. "There's no password on the card. Use it first," he said bluntly. Before I could even react, he shoved his black Amex card into my hand and sped away into the rain. By the time I sorted out the mess and tried to contact him to repay the debt, he had vanished. And then, just as suddenly, he reappeared. He threw an arm around my shoulder in front of the entire campus, raising an eyebrow at a girl who had just confessed to him. "Sorry, sweetheart. My girlfriend here gets easily jealous." Under the bright sunlight, his platinum-blonde hair shined like gold. He forced his way into my world, entirely uninvited. "Act as my girlfriend. Consider it payback for saving your life back then." For the next three years, I chased him down just to repay every single cent, earning myself the reputation of being a pathetic, clingy girlfriend in everyone's eyes. When he got injured racing cars in the outskirts, I was the first to rush to the scene. When he broke his leg skiing, I carried his meals from the cafeteria every single day. Right when the debt was almost fully paid off, my grandmother went missing. That night, North City was hit by a blizzard unseen in a decade. The snow reached past my knees, and the security footage showed that my grandmother had walked out wearing nothing but a thin sweater. The police went through over a hundred cameras and found absolutely nothing. I was losing my mind, practically dying of panic. It was Dante who mobilized tens of thousands of men from his family's syndicate, turning the entire city upside down to search for her. Time ticked away into the freezing night. By the time I collapsed into the snow for the ninth time, a warm hand reached down to pull me up. "Nonna is found," Dante said, his voice a bit breathless as he looked down at me. "I already had my men take her to the hospital. She's safe." Hearing those words, I broke down completely, throwing myself into his arms and sobbing uncontrollably. Panicked and clumsy, he wiped my tears away, trying to keep his tone light and teasing. "Hey, letting your boyfriend hold you for a bit isn't a bad deal, right?" That was the very first time I didn't push him away, and the first time I didn't deny that title. "Are you alright, miss?" The cab driver pulled a few tissues from the box and handed them over to the backseat. Only then did I realize that tears had already blurred my vision, leaving cold, wet tracks down my cheeks. "Just drive forward for now," I managed to choked out. The engine roared to life, and the towering city landscape outside the window rapidly receded into a distorted, colorful blur. Just last night, Dante had knelt by my grandma’s hospital bed, a vulnerable look on his face as he confessed the truth to me for the first time. "Elena, the person your parents pulled from the sea ten years ago... it was me." "My family offered twenty million dollars as a token of gratitude, but your grandmother refused every cent. She said a life couldn't be measured in cash, and that your parents died heroes." "It wasn't just chance, Elena. We were bound by blood and destiny the moment they saved me. I swear I will love you for the rest of my life, carrying the love your parents never got to give you." Yet, in less than twenty-four hours, everything had turned into a sickening farce. My heart felt as if it were wrapped tightly in rusted barbed wire, digging deeper into the flesh with every pulse. My phone vibrated relentlessly in my hand. It was a video forwarded to the wedding group chat by one of the groomsmen. On the screen, Roxie had changed into a stunning, crimson-and-gold reception dress. She had her arm slipped intimately through Dante’s, both of them smiling radiantly as they toasted the elite guests. [Since someone threw a whole tantrum and dipped, Roxie had to step in and save the day.] [But fr though, they look SO perfect together. They might as well just get married right now. That’ll definitely teach a certain someone a lesson.] I held down the power button. The screen went black, reflecting my expressionless, stone-cold face. "Driver," I said, my voice dropping into a deadly calm. "Take me to the Vitale Estate." There was one last thing I had to find out. The moment I stepped out of the cab, I bypassed the servants and headed straight for Dante's private lounge. I knew he kept a locked box hidden deep inside the closet. Once, I had accidentally walked in on him carefully placing a photograph inside it with an expression of immense reverence. When I playfully demanded to see what was inside, he had laughed, pulling me into his arms. "I'll give you a surprise on our wedding day," he had whispered against my hair. So, I had waited. For three years, I had constantly imagined what kind of romantic surprise he was keeping for me in that box. It was secured with a four-digit combination lock. With trembling fingers, I tried Dante’s birthday. Incorrect. Our anniversary. Incorrect. My own birthday. Incorrect. My hands began to shake violently as I entered one last sequence—Roxie’s birthday. Click. The lock flew open. Inside lay three thick photo albums, ten keys to luxury sports cars, and a deep-green velvet jewelry box. I flipped open the first album. Every single page was filled with photographs of Roxie, tracking her journey from a young girl to a woman. On the back of a photo featuring a teenage Roxie holding a racing helmet, standing proudly on a championship podium, Dante’s elegant handwriting cut through the paper: [The love of my life. May you forever shine bright.] The date stamped beneath it was July 5th, 2016. The exact day my parents drowned. "So, you found it after all." Dante’s raspy, exhausted voice sounded from behind me. I hadn't even heard the door open. He stood at the threshold, his tie loosened, looking down at me with furrowed brows. "I used to love Roxie, Elena, but that’s all in the past," he explained, taking a step forward. "That day, I went to the beach intending to confess to her. But she just laughed, hugged everyone in the crew, and said we were all 'brothers.' She bro-zoned me." "The necklace in that box... I never got to give it to her. And the sports cars I bought for her every year after that, I kept them here..." "So," I interrupted him, a bitter sob tearing from my throat as I whipped around to face him. "Because your confession failed, you got blind drunk at the beach and let yourself get dragged away by a rip current." "And because of that... my parents paid with their lives!" I shook so violently I could barely stand. Because of a boy's pathetic heartbreak, I had lost my mother and father. And then, I had been played like a fool by that very same boy for eight agonizing years! "It was never a coincidence, was it, Dante? It wasn't a coincidence that you transferred to my school, or that you purposefully thrust yourself into my life! You intentionally made me owe you that money just so I would chase after you for three whole years!" I stared at the powerful Capo, my voice cracking with pure hatred. "Was it fun, Dante? Was playing with my life that amusing to you?!" "No, Elena... it’s not what you think..." Dante’s eyes filled with sudden panic. He reached out, desperately trying to wipe away my tears, but his hand trembled and snapped back the moment he felt my cold resistance. He pulled a sleek silver Zippo lighter from his pocket and flicked it open. A small, violent flame danced in the dim light. "Roxie and I are completely innocent. There’s nothing between us. Since you care so much about this garbage, then—" He threw the flaming lighter into the wooden ch//est. Within seconds, the aggressive flames began to devour the thick leather-bound photo albums, curling the edges of Roxie’s childhood pictures into black ash. "If you're still mad, I’ll never contact her again, okay?" He pulled out his phone, opened his contacts right in front of my face, and blocked her number before deleting her name entirely. But in the very next second, his phone vibrated wildly. The caller ID flashed a name that felt like a slap to my face: Roxie. Dante hesitated for two painful seconds before swiping to answer. "One last time," he muttered, not looking me in the eye and left. "I need to give her a proper closure." Three minutes later, Dante stormed back, his face twisted with fury. "Did you upload the video of Roxie catching the bouquet?! Now the entire internet is calling her a toxic 'bro-girl'! How dare you cyberbully her like this, Elena?!" "Do you have any idea how important her World Championship race is tomorrow?! Her reputation cannot have a single stain on it!" Hearing such a pathetic, baseless accusation, a dry, humorless laugh escaped my throat. "Did the internet say anything wrong? She literally hijacked the bride's bouquet and proposed to the groom—" "I told you it was a joke!" Dante roared, grabbing my shoulders. "And yet, you’re willing to ruin her entire career over a petty, childish tantrum!" "Elena Ward, I never thought you could be this malicious." He looked at me with deep, sickening disappointment. "I already had my tech team use AI to swap your faces in that video. You’re going to post an apology statement right now, claiming you framed Roxie out of jealousy. We need to shut the media up first." Having pushed past the absolute limit of rage, my mind suddenly went dead calm. "No," I whispered. "This has nothing to do with me." "Elena!" Dante suddenly lunged, wrapping his arms around me and snatching my phone straight out of my dress pocket. I thrashed against him, trying to claw it back, but he easily hoisted me over his iron-like shoulder and carried me down the hallway. He shoved me into the dark, windowless storage room, slamming the heavy wooden door shut. Through the thick door, his voice sounded muffled but coldly authoritative. "I’m wiping your phone’s gallery clean so you don't leak our old couples' photos and cause more misunderstandings." "Calm your head for the night. I’ll have the maid let you out tomorrow morning. Once I'm done supporting Roxie through her championship race, I'll come back and we'll sign our marriage certificate." The lightbulb in the storage room was broken, leaving me in pitch-black suffocating silence. I endured the freezing night until dawn. When the maid finally unlocked the door, she took one look at my bloodshot, vacant eyes and gasped in horror. "Ma'am... Oh my god, are you alright?" I shook my head slowly, my throat searing with a dry, gravelly ache. "Maria, where is my phone?" Maria pointed a trembling finger toward the coffee table in the living room. "Mr. Vitale ordered me to make you some gnocchi before he rushed to catch his flight last night. He... he also said you shouldn't look at your phone for the next few days..." Ignoring her words entirely, I walked straight past the table and grabbed the phone off the sofa. The moment the screen flickered to life, a flood of missed calls and text notifications nearly crashed the device. I clicked on a link sent by my college roommate. The number one trending topic on the internet was a post made by Dante himself. It featured a picture of an official marriage certificate alongside a childhood photo of him and Roxie. [Friends to love. @Racer_Roxie] The comment section was overflowing with congratulations from the elite high society. [The billionaire heir and the most beautiful racer in the country? A match made in heaven! And they’re childhood sweethearts?! I'm sobbing!] [Wishing the Queen a victory in tomorrow’s championship race! Bring the trophy home!] Right below it, the number two trending topic read: Local Female Teacher Admits to AI Deepfake out of Jealousy. In that viral video, my face had been swapped onto Roxie’s body. It showed "me" aggressively snatching the bouquet and forcing a proposal onto Dante. [How utterly shameless. She actually used AI to frame the real bride yesterday. She almost got the Queen disqualified by the sponsors!] [I’m going to vomit. How is this woman even allowed to be a teacher? Which school hired her? Don’t let her ruin the students!] A loud, deafening buzz exploded in my brain. The world spun violently. My vision turned pitch black, and I nearly collapsed onto the cold floor. Before I could even process the news on my screen, a call from the School Board flashed on my phone. "Miss Ward, your involvement in a scandalous affair has caused a severe, negative impact on our institution's reputation. The board has decided to terminate your contract effective immediately." "Director, please, I didn't—" Beep. The line went dead. As I was about to call back to explain, Dante’s name popped up on my screen. I picked up, my voice shaking with pure rage. "Who gave you permission to hijack my account and lie through your teeth?! The school board just fired me because of you, Dante! Do you even care?!" "Isn't that perfect then?" Dante’s raspy voice came through the speaker, laced with a hint of lazy arrogance. "It's not like I can't afford to spoil you. Being a schoolteacher isn't nearly as comfortable as being the future Signora Vitale." "Besides, you're twenty-six now. It's about time we have a baby, don't you think?" I shook so violently that my ch//est heaved with ragged breaths. It took me a long moment just to find my voice. "Dante Vitale... you disgust me to my very core." I slammed the phone shut, hanging up on him. The tears I had been desperately fighting back finally cascaded down my face. But the nightmare wasn't over. My phone rang again—it was the hospital. By the time I rushed to the hospital, Nonna had already been wheeled into the emergency operating room. The doctor intercepted me, thrusting a critical condition notice into my hands for a signature. "The patient suffered severe emotional distress, causing her cerebral aneurysm to rupture, leading to hypovolemic shock. We need to administer a specialized inhibitor immediately. It costs five hundred thousand dollars a shot. Do you authorize it?" "The golden window is only three minutes, miss. If you want us to proceed, you need to clear the payment right now." "Do it!" I choked out without a single second of hesitation. "Save her! I don't care how much it costs, just save my grandmother!" My hands shook so violently I could barely scrawl my signature in the consent box. The moment the pen dropped, I sprinted toward the billing counter. [Transaction Failed] The screen flashed red. My online banking had a strict limit on large international transfers. In a panic, I fumbled through my bag to grab my wallet. My fingers were trembling so badly it took me three tries just to pop the metal clasp. As I pulled out the card, it slipped from my slick fingers and clattered onto the floor. "The PIN is 062746," I whispered, my voice rattling as I shoved the card through the glass window. [Transaction Failed] "I'm sorry, ma'am," the teller said, looking at me with a frown. "This card has been frozen by the primary account holder." I froze. Only then did I realize that it was the black Amex card Dante had given me years ago. When did he freeze it? Why now?! There was no time to think. I frantically pulled out my personal debit card—the one where my salary for the past four years had been deposited. I repeated the PIN, but the teller gave me a conflicted look. "Miss Ward... this card has insufficient funds." "That's impossible!" A wave of fierce dizziness hit me, making the world tilt. All my savings from teaching were in that account. There should have been over seven hundred thousand dollars! Right then, my phone rang. It was Dante. "Hey, babe. I spent a bit too much celebrating Roxie’s championship victory today, so my primary cards got flagged for security review. I just used your debit card to buy her a celebratory designer bag." "Just look at it as a congratulatory gift from you to her—" "Dante Vitale! That was my grandmother's life-saving money!" I screamed, breaking down completely. My heart hammered against my ribs so hard it felt like it was going to burst. Dante let out a dismissive scoff on the other end. "Don't be so petty. I'll pay you back tenfold when I get back. I have to go." Click. He hung up. The operating room opened. A nurse looked at me, her eyes pooling with deep, helpless sympathy. She shook her head slowly. "Family of Nora Ward... I'm so sorry. We did everything we could." My legs gave out completely, sending me crashing to the floor. I watched, paralyzed, as the nurses wheeled a gurney out of the room. A white sheet covered it entirely, hiding the lifeless face of my grandmother. She was gone. Meanwhile, across the city, the championship afterparty was roaring with bass-heavy music and overflowing champagne. Roxie leaned into Dante’s space, playfully fake-punching his ch//est as she pouted. "Dante, you're seriously ditching my afterparty? Wow. Uncool, even for you." Dante didn’t flinch. Instead, he let out a low chuckle, slouching back into the leather VIP lounge and tracing the rim of his glass with a smirk. "Cut me some slack, Rox. I literally had my tech team deepfake a whole video and leak a bogus marriage certificate just so you could race without a hitch. If that’s not being supportive, I don’t know what is." He checked his Rolex, the diamond bezel catching the strobe lights. "Besides, the little bird at home is still throwing a massive tantrum. If I don't head back right now and soothe her, she might actually fly out of the cage." He downed his drink and stood up, adjusting his jacket. "Tonight’s the deadline. Tomorrow is our fifth anniversary, and I'm signing our official deed. It’s time to lock her down for good." Hours later of flight, Dante arrived back at his grand estate. He pushed open the wrought-iron doors of his villa, a confident smile on his face as he loosened his tie, holding a massive bouquet of fresh, imported roses. But the moment his eyes took in the pitch-black, dead-silent living room... The flowers slipped from his hand, crashing violently onto the floor.

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The bouquet I tossed at my own wedding was caught by Roxie. She's Dante's so-called 'loyal brother' in the Vitale crime family. She raised an eyebrow, smirking.