My Groom Made Me Ride a Scooter to Our Wedding, So I Married a Mafia Don Chapter 03

“Your word is law, Princess! But… do we really have to ride electric scooters? Is this some kind of tactical disguise?”

“Enough talk. Get on! If Princess Vance says ride scooters, we just ride scooters!”

“I’m unlocking a Lime right now! Target locked!”

Only my childhood friend Maddox Preston sent me a private message. [Who are you marrying? Ethan Kingsley? Does that pathetic ant even know who you are?]

Clearly, for the past two years, he had been watching over me from the shadows.

I replied: [If you ride a scooter here and propose, I’ll marry you.]

I put my phone away and grabbed the heavy lace train of my wedding dress. With one hard yank, I tore it off. The long gown became a sharp, short wedding dress.

This dress was chosen by Ethan, or rather, by Cynthia.

When it was delivered yesterday, I frowned. Its complicated, heavy style just restricted my movement. “Why isn’t this the custom design I picked?”

Ethan immediately dismissed my concern.

“Cynthia picked this out for you personally. She said it suits your aura best. You should trust her taste. She’s a professional designer! You think you have better taste than her? This is haute couture. A girl from your background wouldn’t understand. Just listen to Cynthia.”

Cynthia added with a condescending smile, “Sophia, you might not understand upper-class aesthetics. It’s completely different from the crude places you’ve been. This dress is perfect for you.”

Perfect for me? She had deliberately chosen a heavy, cumbersome style that would make me look ridiculous.

When I met Ethan, I was living under a fake identity. Two years ago, during the underground gang wars, my father had me hide under a false name and work at Klepp Co.

That day happened to be the company’s team-building day. Everyone was dressed casually. I was riding a Lime scooter to buy snacks for my coworkers’ kids when I accidentally scraped his sports car outside the office.

He fell for me at first sight and pursued me aggressively, claiming he loved my “purity and ordinariness.” That was when I let my guard down and agreed to marry him.

Ethan always thought I was just a low-level employee.

Now the underground wars had settled, thanks to my father and Maddox. My father had agreed to let me bring Ethan home.

I had planned to tell Ethan my real identity today—the only daughter of Mr. Vance, the “Ghost Godfather” who controlled the other half of Newcliffe’s underground. Mr. Vance was the powerful man he’d always wanted to align with, and in fact, he had already reached out to him.

But now, it seemed lucky I hadn’t told him.

Ethan was such a despicable piece of trash that he wasn’t even qualified to sweep the floor at my family’s front gate.

Riding a scooter through the streets in a wedding dress drew stares and photos from passersby.

A car sped up from behind and deliberately veered through a puddle next to me. Dirty water splashed all over me. To dodge, my scooter jolted hard on the wet pavement, and I crashed onto the cold asphalt.

I got up and heard a burst of wild laughter. I looked up. It was Ethan’s convoy. Cynthia’s friends were in the car that had splashed me, laughing their heads off. They’d done it on purpose.

By the time I reached the hotel, I was bedraggled and caked in mud, my wedding gown torn. Ethan’s Cullinan and the luxury convoy were parked right in front of the entrance.

I parked the Lime scooter and tapped “End Ride” on the app. A loud chime announced, “Your ride has ended. Thank you for using Lime!”

Ethan’s friends, who had just gotten out of their cars, turned at the sound. When they saw me standing next to the green scooter with my helmet in hand, they burst into shrill laughter.

“No way. She actually rode a Lime scooter here!”