My Groom Made Me Ride a Scooter to Our Wedding, So I Married a Mafia Don Chapter 07

Inside the car, I wiped the dust off my face with a wet wipe and changed into the black velvet gown

Maddox’s men had prepared.

Fifteen minutes later, we signed the marriage contract in the Syndicate’s highest core sanctuary.

By the time the news spread through high society, I was officially Mrs. Preston.

The marriage between the Ghost Godfather’s daughter and the Don of the Preston family hit

Newcliffe like a nuclear bomb. My father formally handed full control of the Vance enterprise to me.

Maddox and I didn’t take a honeymoon. Instead, we moved with lightning speed to purge and reassert control over the city’s business and underground order.

A few weeks later, Ethan stopped me at the entrance of the Vance Tower.

He looked disheveled, his face pale, one arm in a thick cast. The arrogant superiority he’d once

worn was completely gone.

“Sophia…” His voice trembled as he said my name. “How have you been? Maddox… is he good to

you?”

I stopped, flanked by two armed bodyguards, my tone cold. “Spit it out, Ethan.”

He begged desperately, “I heard the Vance Group has a billion-dollar government project up for bidding… Could you give the Kingsley family a way out? The company is about to go bankrupt…”

I cut him off without mercy.

“Business is business. Submit your bid through the proper channels. As for personal matters, you abandoned your bride for your childhood sweetheart. I don’t give a shred of pity to trash. Kingsley

gets nothing.”

I turned to get in the car. He lunged crazily and grabbed the door. “Sophia… you married Maddox because you hate me, right? To spite me?”

“If I promise to cut off all contact with Cynthia immediately, would you change your mind? Give me

one more chance?”

The moment the words left his mouth, an iron-like hand clamped down on his throat from behind

and slammed him against the car like a ragdoll.

Maddox stepped out of the car, his eyes dark enough to drip venom. “Want your blood splattered all

over this street?”

I caught Maddox’s wrist and smiled lightly. “Don’t dirty your hands on trash like this. They’ll destroy themselves.”

Maddox let go, leaving Ethan sprawled on the ground like a dead dog, gasping for air. “If I see him

within half a step of you again, I’ll put a bullet in him myself.”

Just as we expected, the Kingsley family went bankrupt-not because we lifted a finger, but because of Ethan’s own stupidity.

To save the company, he listened to Cynthia’s nonsense and poured all of Kingsley’s remaining liquid capital into a fake overseas cryptocurrency scam.

The money was swept away, and the company plunged into a complete cash-flow collapse.

Seeing the ship sinking, Cynthia immediately grabbed the last valuable things in the house and

abandoned Ethan.

Within weeks, she had found another rich heir in Newcliffe and played the pure ingenue again to land another engagement banquet.

Since the Vance enterprise had business dealings with the groom’s family, Maddox and I attended

the banquet.

Midway through the banquet, Ethan stormed the stage – hair disheveled, eyes bloodshot, a USB drive in one hand and a pistol in the other.

“Mr. Stewart!” Ethan screamed hysterically at the groom, aiming the gun at him. “You think your fiancée is some pure, innocent virgin? Open your damn eyes and look at this!”

He jammed the USB into the big screen.

Instantly, a flood of private photos, videos, and dark web money-laundering records were projected

across the screen. All hard evidence of Cynthia partying with old men at overseas clubs, smoking,

and sleeping around.

The room erupted into chaos.

Cynthia screamed, pale with terror. “Fake! They’re all Photoshopped! Darling, believe me! I’m not that kind of person!”

She clung to her fiancé, crying pitifully.

Ethan laughed like a madman. “You think the bastard in her belly is yours? It’s mine! She got

pregnant with my child behind your back while draining your money!”

On the stage, the groom struck the bride across the face, sending her crashing to the floor. “Get away from me, you whore! Security, throw her out!”

Cynthia collapsed on the ground, then suddenly clutched her lower belly and screamed. “Help… darling, my stomach hurts so much…”

Scarlet blood streamed down her white dress. Someone screamed in horror, “She’s bleeding! The bride had a miscarriage!”

The scene descended into chaos. Ethan stood to the side, his eyes hollow and desperate.

“You ruined my wedding, my company, my life. You think you can walk away clean? Dream on. Let’s rot together in hell.”

Cynthia lost the baby. Her body was so badly damaged that the doctors said she would never be able to have children again.

When the final news reached us, Maddox and I were sitting on the beach of a private island, enjoying a rare moment of peace.

An encrypted group message popped up:

[Princess, latest on the Kingsley case. Cynthia and Ethan got into a fight in detention over splitting the money. She stabbed him through a major artery with a fruit knife. He survived, but he’s crippled

for life.]

[The Kingsley family filed a joint lawsuit. Cynthia was charged with attempted murder and multiple crimes. She got twenty years.]

Maddox turned off my phone screen and pulled me into his arms, warm and possessive. The island breeze drifted softly around us.

Their miserable fate had been written by their own hands long ago.

As for us–with my father’s protection and Maddox’s steadfast presence, the entire underground and above-ground of Newcliffe bowed at our feet.