My Groom Made Me Ride a Scooter to Our Wedding, So I Married a Mafia Don Chapter 02

A moment later, Cynthia uploaded a photo of herself and Ethan in the back seat of the Cullinan.

In the photo, she was leaning against Ethan’s shoulder, her eyes red, her lips visibly swollen.

The caption read: [Let me be selfish one last time. After today, you’ll belong to someone else.]

Anyone with eyes could see those lips had just been kissed hard.

I laughed in anger. Pure, innocent childhood sweetheart? No wonder he stole our car for her!

I sent a voice message. “What a holy, pure friendship! Ethan, the two of you locked in a heated kiss in our car to strengthen this platonic bond? Truly eye-opening.”

The group chat exploded.

Cynthia quickly sent a voice message, her voice panicked and trembling.

“Sophia, don’t misunderstand the photo! I just… accidentally bit my lip! I know I’m Ethan’s first love. I know I broke his heart when I went abroad. That’s why he chose you… But he said he’d marry you and take responsibility for you! I sincerely wish you both happiness!”

As expected, Ethan’s friends immediately swarmed me.

“Bottom-feeders always pull this crap. No sense of humor, petty as hell.”

“How did Ethan pick a wife like this? Don’t invite her to any gatherings from now on.”

“Exactly! The moment she opens her mouth, she upsets Cynthia. Who does Sophia think she is? She’s the one who barged into Ethan’s life!”

My blood rushed to my head.

Ever since I started dating Ethan, these arrogant, rich wastes had looked down on me. They had no idea who was standing at the top of the food chain.

I couldn’t help but send the message: [All of you shut your filthy mouths. If you’re so eager to be Cynthia’s lapdogs, line up to be her next errand boy. Otherwise, I’ll cut out your tongues.]

Ethan immediately started a group voice call and yelled at me. “Sophia! Apologize to my friends right now! God, you’re so damn trashy.”

I sneered. “Oh, so now you’re barking? When your dogs were insulting me, why didn’t you speak up? Now you jump in and demand I apologize?”

“Sophia!” Ethan roared. “Do you have any idea how much your words hurt Cynthia? She grew up in a clean, noble environment! Unlike you, clawing your way up from the darkness! You’re from two different worlds!”

“Do you have any idea how much damage you just did to her?”

In the background, Cynthia’s soft sobbing was clearly audible.

“I just… just needed a comfortable way to get there…” she whimpered.

“Why is she attacking my relationship with my friends? I only see them as older brothers. Why is she slandering me? It was just a car ride. From my apartment to the venue, riding a Lime takes ten minutes, and there’s no traffic! Does she have to ruin everyone’s day over her ridiculous vanity?”

Ethan coaxed her gently. “Don’t cry, Cynthia. If she still wants this wedding, she has to apologize to you and my friends. Otherwise, the wedding is canceled.”

Then he switched back to the call, his voice cold as ice. “Sophia, I’m giving you one last chance. Do you hear me? Apologize to Cynthia and my friends before the ceremony, or the wedding is off.”

I laughed out loud. “Fine. Wait for me at the venue. I’ll come apologize in person.”

Cynthia’s voice was spoiled and sweet. “Ethan, she really does love you… The moment you got angry, she caved. She must really want to marry you.”

I hung up.

In the group, his friends were still mocking me:

“Ha! Sophia’s the one desperate to climb the ladder!”

“She acted so tough just now, but the second Ethan threatened to cancel the wedding, she folded.”

“Of course. Marrying into the Kingsley family is her only way out of the gutter.”

I left the wedding group and opened the encrypted Syndicate Council chat. I sent a photo of me in my wedding dress standing next to a Lime scooter, along with the hotel address.

Caption: [Today is my wedding. Everyone, ditch the armored convoys. Come on Lime scooters.]

The group exploded.

“My God! Princess Vance! You’ve been hiding for two years to avoid the gang wars, and you’re finally back?!”