The Godfather’s Last Regret: He Never Knew Her Chapter 01

The Godfather’s Last Regret: He Never Knew Her Chapter 01

The day of the wedding dress fitting, Damon Rossi suddenly spoke up. “Sophia, let’s call off the wedding. Three days from now.”

I didn’t even blink. “For some trashy troublemaker who can’t keep her legs shut?”

Damon’s eyes flashed with warning. “Doesn’t matter if she’s trashy or not. I’ll clean up every mess she makes. As long as she’s honest with me.”

I looked at the man I’d loved for ten years. Then I smiled and nodded. “Fine. Then I hope you get exactly what you deserve—a trashy ‘true love.’”

Ten years of love. It was already gone.

Time to go home, take over the family business, and marry the guy Grandpa had been raising to be my husband.

Damon didn’t expect me—always so cold—to actually throw shade.

He gave me a polite apology. “Sophia, I admit I’ve wasted ten years of your life. But I hope you won’t hurt her out of jealousy.”

Watching the man I’d chased for a decade without ever catching him… I suddenly felt nothing.

He talked about us working hard for our relationship.

But all he ever did was stand there coldly, watching me sink deeper into a trap I couldn’t escape.

He didn’t love me. Didn’t care about what my soul needed.

To him, I was just some rigid, boring machine obsessed with the family business—nothing like that vibrant rose he worshiped. Not even half as alive.

I used to think that even if he went down the wrong path for a while…

He’d eventually correct course and walk beside me as an ally.

Turns out, you can’t polish a turd.

As we stood there facing off, a sugary voice rang out from behind me.

“Damon, you didn’t forget our ten-year promise.”

She was bold, stunning, and completely ignored me as she hooked her arm through Damon’s.

“I heard you finally got over me and were getting married? Where’s my invitation?”

“You’re about to be a groom, and you still showed up?”

Vanessa’s questions made Damon—usually so emotionless—flush bright red. “Who said I’m getting married? That’s total bullshit.”

Then he shot me an awkward look, terrified I’d expose his lie.

I hid my smirk. “Yeah. Total bullshit.”

No wonder Damon had taken a detour to our old college on the way to the fitting. I thought he wanted to reminisce. He was really here to keep a date with a bad woman.

Vanessa flipped her hair. “Seriously, Sophia? Ten years. Ten years, and you still couldn’t land him? You should’ve just taken what you wanted. Like me.”

If I didn’t know Vanessa’s real face, I might’ve believed she was just a bright, cheerful beauty.

Damon grabbed her hand possessively. “I’m not for just anyone.”

That part was true. Damon was whipped for Vanessa.

Even when she slept with powerful men to chase her modeling dreams—getting caught in hotel rooms over a dozen times while they were together—

Damon never left. He begged her not to break up with him.

And this was a guy from a mafia family. Elite upbringing. Cold, arrogant, never gave anyone the time of day.

But Vanessa could make his heart race with a flick of her wrist. Make him crazy. Make him obsessed.

Vanessa gave him a seductive smile. “Didn’t you say you wanted to try me out on the Maserati? Let’s see if you’ve still got it after all these years.”

Damon’s eyes darkened with lust. He didn’t refuse.

I watched them walk off together without lifting a finger to stop them.

I didn’t even care when they reconnected or what their ten-year promise meant.

I only care about the outcome.