The Mafia Donna’s Bridal Escape Night Chapter 09

The Mafia Donna’s Bridal Escape Night Chapter 09

During the investigation, Grandma Elise and I moved back to the Conti family estate in Connecticut.

She needed rest. And I couldn’t bear to stay in a penthouse that still had his fingerprints on every

surface.

The day I moved out, I went back one last time to sort through my things.

My wedding dress hung at the back of the closet. Tiny flowers embroidered along the hem, each one sewn by Grandma Elise’s own hand.

Joren had spent six months having that dress made.

There was a time I believed that walking down the aisle toward him in it would be the happiest day

of my life.

Now I sat on the floor and unpicked those flowers, one by one, and placed them carefully in a box.

The dress stayed where it was.

What belonged to Grandma Elise – her heart, her handiwork – I took with me.

What belonged to that wedding, that dream? I left it behind.

When I got to the study, I found a locked drawer.

Inside: joint account statements. And records showing Joren had been paying for Liora’s plane

tickets and credit card bills.

Several of those charges came directly from my account.

I had the lawyers and a notary photograph and catalog every page. Everything that was mine went

onto the asset inventory.

Finally, I deleted Joren’s fingerprint from the door lock myself.

It was done.

Six months later, the case went to trial.

The drink analysis, the surveillance footage, the group chat screenshots, and the hospital records formed an airtight chain of evidence.

Even at trial, Liora maintained she had simply lost control of the game.

But the facts didn’t bend.

The court ruled that Liora had unlawfully restrained me, obstructed rescue efforts, and would bear Corresponding criminal liability.

Joren was investigated as well.

In the six months since the story broke, the public fallout had put crushing pressure on the Ashford family.

Stock prices across several of their companies tanked. Partners froze negotiations.

The media ran story after story about the Ashford heir’s wedding scandal.

People openly questioned whether a man who couldn’t even protect his own fiancee deserved to lead the family.

Ultimately, the Ashford family’s inner circle voted to suspend him from his positions.

Those who had placed bets and shared the secretly filmed video received notices from the Conti legal team one by one.

A few reached out privately, claiming they were just watching, that they never expected things to

get this serious.

Fhad the lawyers give them all the same reply: “You can sit as far back as you like. It doesn’t mean your hands are clean.”

I wanted them to remember. Other people’s pain is not free entertainment.