My Groom Made Me Ride a Scooter to Our Wedding, So I Married a Mafia Don Chapter 04

“Wow, what sewer did you roll around in? How could you ride a scooter in that torn dress? Have you no shame at all?”

“Ethan, your cheap girlfriend really went all out to marry you! First time I’ve ever seen a bride show up on a shared scooter.”

“The wedding dress is ripped, huh? You tore it yourself so you could ride a scooter? Even I’m embarrassed for you, haha!”

Cynthia wore a haute couture cocktail dress, looking more like a bride than the bride. She clung tightly to Ethan’s arm and exaggeratedly covered her nose.

“Sophia, why do you look like a refugee? If I’d known, I would’ve had my friends send a car for you! It’s all my fault… I ruined everything because of my carsickness.”

She put on a pitying act, her voice dripping with venomous sympathy.

“But why didn’t you change your dress before coming here? Were you really planning to attend your wedding in a shabby look?”

I straightened my back, my eyes cold as a blade. “You know exactly who’s responsible for all of this.”

She stepped forward to take my hand. I flicked my wrist, and a sharp slap rang out, knocking her filthy hand away.

Her eyes instantly reddened, and she teared up pitifully.

“Sophia, I’m sorry! I really didn’t know you were so poor you couldn’t even afford an Uber! Why pinch pennies like that? Isn’t Ethan’s allowance enough for you?”

She leaned in close, lowering her voice to reveal her vicious true face.

“See that? Reporters are swarming outside the hotel doors. If you get photographed looking like this, where does that leave Ethan’s family reputation? A bottom-feeding parasite like you thinks she can be Mrs. Kingsley? Dream on. The only mistress of the Kingsley family is me.”

Her bright red nails dug hard into the bruises on my arm.

I twisted her wrist in a neat, sharp turn. The searing pain of bone misalignment drained the color from her face instantly,

“Touch me again,” I whispered in her ear, my voice cold enough that only she could hear, “and I’ll

break your wrist into three pieces myself.”

I let go. She stumbled and fell, screaming, “Ouch! Sophia, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you couldn’t take a joke… I just wanted to get along with everyone!”

Ethan rushed forward and pulled her into his arms. “Cynthia! Are you okay?!”

Cynthia shook her head weakly, clutching his sleeve.

“Don’t blame her, Ethan. She probably lost face riding that scooter here and lashed out from embarrassment. Girls from the bottom lose control of their emotions easily. It’s normal…”

She opened her designer handbag and pulled out a fake glass necklace.

“Your wedding dress is too plain. I picked this out specially for you. This necklace is worth a million. Wear it well.”

I glanced at the glass beads and sneered. “A million for industrial fake glass? Your scams are as

cheap as your acting.”

Ethan’s friend immediately shouted, “What does a broke bitch like you know about luxury?! Apologize to Cynthia right now!”

Ethan stepped forward, his face livid. “Sophia, whatever trashy attitude you’ve got, remember where you belong! Apologize to Cynthia!”

I pointed to the bloody scrapes on my body. “Look at my wounds, Ethan. Do you really not know why I’m disgusted?”

He glanced at my injuries. A flicker of hesitation crossed his face, then Cynthia’s words drowned it

out.

“Go inside and wash yourself off! Haven’t you embarrassed yourself enough? If the reporters get a photo, the PR department will have to spend money cleaning up your mess!”

He turned to Cynthia and said gently, “You’re always so considerate. After the wedding, After the wedding, I’ll make her crawl back and beg for your forgiveness.”

I let out a cold laugh. “Whether I embarrass myself at my own wedding is none of your business.”

Ethan roared, “Enough! Sophia, you behave like some low market-place shrew!”

“I’ve put up with you long enough! Get on your knees and apologize to Cynthia right now, or the wedding’s off.”

I looked at him coldly. “What does canceling the wedding have to do with me? I never planned to

marry a dead man anyway.’

Ethan froze for a second, then burst out laughing. “Not marry me? Sophia, you dream of marrying into a rich family. Besides me, what noble man would pull a girl like you out of the mud?”

I silently mouthed a curse at him and turned my face away.

He lunged furiously, reaching for my hair. But before his fingers could touch me-

Vroom-hum!

From the end of the street came a low, synchronized roar of engines.

Dozens of green Lime scooters came speeding toward us.

Dozens of men-broad-shouldered, wearing tailored dark suits, sunglasses, and tactical earpieces, cold-blooded and hard-wove expertly around the luxury cars and came to a steady stop in front of

the hotel.

“Princess! What kind of shithole did you pick for your wedding?”

“Clear the area! Almost scratched my plastic piece of crap!”

“Haven’t ridden one of these since the Black Zone mission, but I still look deadly.”

At the front was Maddox Preston.

He dismounted the scooter with cold elegance, casually parked it, straightened his shirt collar, and

strode toward me with suffocating pressure.

In front of Ethan, Cynthia, and the entire stunned crowd, the young Don who controlled the underground of eastern Newcliffe dropped to one knee before me.

“Sophia Vance,” Maddox’s low, magnetic voice echoed clearly through the crowd, “will you marry

me?”