My Ex Told Me to Get Married? Too Bad I Had Married His Uncle! Chapter 07

My Ex Told Me to Get Married? Too Bad I Had Married His Uncle! Chapter 07

By the time they hauled Sienna off the shattered glass, her wedding dress was more red than white.

She screamed and cursed the entire way.

Dante was still thrashing against the enforcers pinning him down, half-feral, trying to lunge after

her. It took two of them to keep him pinned.

The banquet hall was wrecked. But nobody left.

The real don of the Lucchesi family hadn’t dismissed them. So nobody moved.

Vincent crouched and brushed a stray shard of glass from my heel. “Tired?”

I shook my head. “I’m fine.”

He gave a quiet hum of acknowledgment, then stood and addressed the room.

“The Commission stays.”

The handful of guests who’d started inching toward the exits froze in place. A few of the old capos exchanged glances, jaws tight, but every one of them sat back down.

Dante’s father had already sweated through the back of his shirt. He knew exactly what this was.

Tonight had stopped being a wedding the moment Vincent walked in. This was a reckoning.

Vincent took the main seat. I sat beside him. My mother slipped the children out through the back.

The auditorium was so quiet I could hear people breathe. Vincent raised a hand.

A man was brought forward — the Hill Estate manager responsible for approving the wedding

bookings.

His face was gray. He hit his knees the second he reached the front. “Don Vincent, have mercy!”

“Miss Vale paid me five hundred thousand to swap the reservation list.” His words tripped over

each other. “She also had me forge Lucchesi family authorization documents. She said once the

wedding went through, she’d be the real donna, and nobody would dare question it—”

Sienna’s scream cut across the room. “Shut up! He’s lying!”

Vincent didn’t spare her a glance.

Another folder landed on the table. Wire transfers. Bank receipts. Every dollar accounted for.

And there was more – evidence that Sienna had been paying off the street bosses, buying loyalty,

and fueling the Outfit’s whisper network branding herself as the future donna of the Lucchesi

family. All of it prepared in advance.

She crumbled.

“Dante!” Her voice pitched into a wail. “Help me! You said you’d protect me!”

Dante stood motionless, eyes hollow, like someone had scooped everything out from behind them.

Vincent finally turned to him. “Did you know she was doing all of this?”

Dante’s lips moved. A long silence passed before anything came out. “…No.”

Vincent let out a breath that might have been a laugh. “The future heir of the Lucchesi family – led

around on a leash by a street hustler.”

“You’re a disappointment, Dante.”

The last of the color vanished from Dante’s face.

His fists clenched at his sides. “Uncle, I just—”

“You don’t get to call me that anymore.” Vincent cut him off without raising his voice.

Dante’s head jerked up.

Vincent settled back in his chair, tone so level it barely registered as human.

“Effective immediately, you are permanently exiled from Chicago.”

Dante’s father shot to his feet. “Don Vincent! The boy was foolish, but surely that doesn’t warrant

exile-”

Vincent looked at him.

One look. That was all it took.

The man sat down and closed his mouth. Everyone in Chicago knew the truth once Vincent made

a decision, he never revisited it.

Dante stood there like someone had pulled his spine straight out of his back. His eyes found me, and

they were empty.

“Vivian.” His voice was barely there. “You knew the whole time, didn’t you?”

“You watched me become a joke on purpose.”

I looked at him, and the only thing I felt was how absurd it all was.

“Isn’t that exactly what you did to me five years ago?”

“When you paraded Sienna to every event in the city – did you ever stop to think about how that made me look?”

His throat bobbed, but nothing came out.

It was Sienna who broke the silence – laughing, wild and ragged, like something inside her had finally snapped loose.

“What are you so smug about, Vivian?”

“You think Vincent actually loves you?”

“He married you for the Moretti ports and shipping lanes. That’s it.”

“You and me – we’re the same. Just tools the Lucchesi family picked up when they were useful.”

The temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees. The old capos stared at the table. No one

breathed.

Because if there was one thing all of Chicago knew about Vincent, it was this – no one talked about

his donna like that.

Vincent rose from his chair, slow and deliberate.

He walked to where Sienna stood and looked down at her like she was something stuck to the

bottom of his shoe.

“You think you’re in any position to compare yourself to her?”

Sienna shrank back.

But Vincent had already turned away from her. His gaze found Dante.

“You wanted to know why I married Vivian.”

He reached out and drew me against him.

“Because years before you ever met her – I already knew I’d bring her home.”