The Mafia Don Fooled Me for 8 Years, I Became a Major’s Wife 8 Days Later Chapter 08

The Mafia Don Fooled Me for 8 Years, I Became a Major’s Wife 8 Days Later Chapter 08

Six months later, Ethan proposed. Right in front of my parents and my sister.

He’d already saved for the wedding, bought a house for us, and put my name on every account. No games, no excuses.

That’s when it finally clicked. When a man actually wanted to marry you, he didn’t make you wait. He made it happen.

He didn’t leave you guessing. He showed up.

Damon had spent six months consolidating power. By the time he came for me, he was untouchable, the head of the De Luca family, feared by everyone.

But he was too late. He arrived just in time to see Ethan on one knee and hear me say yes.

The front door slammed open, flanked by two massive men in suits. He crossed the room in three strides and pulled me away from Ethan.

“Six months, Lily. I haven’t stopped thinking about you for a single day.”

“Not one call. Not even a text. How could you do that to me?”

His grip on my wrist was brutal, tight enough to make the bones grind.

I hissed in pain.

Ethan, steady, patient Ethan, closed the distance, grabbed Damon by the throat, and slammed him against the wall, rattling the picture.

—

frames.

I’d never seen that side of him before. But this was a man who’d seen combat and been decorated for it. When he turned that look on Damon, even the air felt different.

I’d never felt safer.

Damon swung back. I stepped between them.

Damon’s eyes were bloodshot. He looked like a man unraveling.

“You’re protecting him?”

“You’re shielding another man, right in front of me!”

I didn’t flinch.

“Ethan isn’t another man. He’s my fiancé.”

“Your fiancé?”

“Six months. You’re gone six months and you’re already engaged? What the hell were the last eight years?”

His voice cracked on the last word.

My heart stuttered. I glanced at Ethan.

I’d told him everything about Damon before we got serious. But hearing about an ex was one thing. Watching him show up and grab your fiancée was something else.

Something flickered in Ethan’s expression. Not anger. Pain. Then he pulled me behind him and looked at Damon like he was nothing.

—

“Eight years she gave you everything she had. And you treated her like garbage. You touch her again, and being a De Luca won’t save you.”

Guilt flickered across Damon’s face, then hardened into something ugly.

“This is between Lily and me!”

He turned to me, desperate.

“I didn’t know about your sister. I swear. I didn’t know you’d put that card in my pocket. And I had no idea Aurora had drained every cent from it.”

“I’m sorry. Come back to me and I’ll give you anything. Five hundred thousand, five billion, whatever you want.”

“Aurora and I are getting divorced. We can go to the courthouse right now. Today.”

“The De Luca family will pay for everything. Whatever wedding you want.”

I said nothing. So Damon turned to my mother.

“Mrs. Hart, I’m sorry I showed up empty-handed. Just give me an account number. Anything you need, it’s yours.”

My mom didn’t even glance at him. She simply crossed her arms, disgusted.

I pulled out my phone and opened my banking app. “Damon.” I held up the screen. “Five hundred thousand. You owe me.”

—

Damon froze. Then his whole face lit up. He grabbed his phone and transferred the money without hesitating.

[Deposit received: $1,000,000]

“You took the money. That means yes. Let’s go to the courthouse. Right now. I can’t wait any longer.”

I slipped my phone back into my pocket.

“Who said anything about a wedding?”

“Five hundred thousand is what you owed me. The rest is what you owe me for the past eight years. And a wedding gift.”

I held up my left hand. The ring caught the light.

“I’m getting married, Damon. You’re welcome to come watch.”

I was done looking back.

I took Ethan’s hand, and we walked away together.