The Godfather’s Last Regret: He Never Knew Her Chapter 03

The Godfather’s Last Regret: He Never Knew Her Chapter 03

That night, Vanessa posted a photo of herself on a luxury yacht, draped against an international magazine mogul. Caption: [Next target: become his Muse.]

Same old tricks. She hounded that rich guy until it became international gossip.

Damon said nothing. He just handed me a proposal.

“You always said we’re on the same path. Help me get back my heir status. When it’s done, my side will only have you.”

Women always dream of being saviors.

Ten full years.

I thought I’d pulled Damon out of the mud.

Made him the sole head of the Rossi family.

But he was just using that as leverage to chase Vanessa again.

I used to be so bitter.

That I lost to such a shallow woman.

Now? I’m just disgusted.

Since he’s so determined to latch onto that trash, I wish them a lifetime of happiness. Locked together forever. Never apart.

The news of Damon canceling the wedding spread through their social circle.

A lot of people laughed at me. Threw myself at him for nothing.

Nonno called. “Are you sure you still want the wedding?”

I said yes.

Nonno sighed. “If you don’t want to do this, don’t. Nonno won’t force you.”

I kept my voice light. “A stray dog’s never as good as the one at home. Besides, if I don’t go through with this wedding, my uncles are gonna keep circling.”

“I’ve messed around long enough. Time to settle down. The wedding’s happening. Why blow millions on a ceremony just because one guy bailed? All I need is a different groom.”

In high society, true love is almost a myth.

I’d accepted that a long time ago.

I went alone to try on the wedding dress. The moment I walked in, I saw the salesgirl’s panicked face.

My stomach dropped.

I stepped inside.

The dress—the one my mother had custom-ordered the day I was born—

Was on Vanessa.

I turned to the staff. “Who gave permission for someone to try on the Bianchi family’s personal dress?”

The salesgirl rolled her eyes. “What ‘Bianchi family dress’? That’s the future wife of Mr. Damon Rossi. Everyone knows you got dumped. What’s that dress got to do with you?”

“Can’t even keep your own man, and you think you can keep a priceless dress?”

She blocked me from touching it.

I let out a cold laugh and looked at Damon. “Since when did this dress change owners?”

Damon, in his suit, didn’t flinch. “Vanessa is the woman I’m marrying.”

He tossed out a black card. “Three million dollars. Consider it payment for the dress. Don’t be difficult.”

Vanessa covered her mouth and giggled. “Damon, this dress wouldn’t cost three million even if it were dripping diamonds. You’re really going all out to make me happy.”

I wasn’t interested in their little show. I walked up to her. “Take it off.”

Damon stepped in front of me. “Sophia. Don’t make me burn this bridge.”

I laughed. When he cancelled the wedding and humiliated my family, he already burned it.

“I won’t repeat myself. Take it off.”

“Or I’ll strip your little sweetheart right here so everyone can enjoy the view.”

Vanessa knew I meant it. She pouted and pretended to be the bigger person. “Fine, Damon. If Sophia wants it that bad, I’ll give it to her.”

I didn’t take the bait. “Who knows if you’ll damage it? I want to watch you take it off.”

I don’t trust Vanessa’s character one bit.

Damon glared at me like I’d just humiliated his true love.

“Sophia!”

Vanessa gave me a triumphant smile and pulled me into the dressing room. “Fine. Watch me take it off.”

I said nothing. I watched her unzip the dress. She showed off her perfect body and suddenly spoke.

“Guess why Damon would rather be my puppy than look at you?”

“Because I’m the one who wrote him a thousand letters while he had cancer. I was his rock.”

What?

Those letters were mine.