Wed To The Mafia, Wedded To Revenge Chapter 01

Wed To The Mafia, Wedded To Revenge Chapter 01

On their wedding night, a single phone call from his first love sent Cassian Moreau rushing overseas for three whole months.

I became the laughingstock of the entire Mafia world.

Everyone whispered and sneered behind my back.

Even though I’d married into the Moreau family out of gratitude, Cassian would never love me.

But it didn’t matter to me at all.

I stared at Cassian’s features, so similar to my brother Matteo Rosso’s.

I didn’t love him either.

I’d married the most dangerous Don in New York, not out of affection.

I needed one devil to drag another straight down to hell—the man who had killed Matteo.

Pictures of Cassian and Liliana Valmont stepping out of the airport shot straight to the trending list while I lay in a hospital bed, arranging company meetings with my aide.

Mira Dragun stood beside me, looking hesitant to speak.

“Ms. De Santis,” Mira said softly, “Mr. Moreau…”

I paused for a moment, then unlocked my phone.

The trending headline blared out loud and clear.

Moreau Group CEO and A-List Star Liliana Spotted Together at the Airport!

A photo sat right below the words.

Liliana walked ahead, turning her head slightly to glance back at Cassian with a gentle look in her eyes.

The comment section exploded with excited remarks from fans.

I skimmed the post once and closed the app right away.

“Let’s head to the office,” I said.

Mira frowned with worry. She spoke cautiously.

“You should rest a little longer. I can reach out to Leone to get this trending post taken down.”

My voice stayed calm and unwavering.

“Leave the trending post be.”

If Cassian had wanted it gone, no one could have kept those photos online.

The fact that they stayed up meant he simply did not care.

Or worse—he’d been the one to put them there.

His first love truly held immense power over him.

I knew this marriage had been my own desperate plea from the start.

I first saw Cassian when I was seventeen. For four years, I chased him without pause.

In the end, my grandfather could not bear to watch any longer.

He traded the life debt old Mr. Moreau owed him to force the marriage.

Cassian agreed to marry me.

The day before the wedding, he came to see me.

He only asked one question.

“Are you sure about this?”

I stared at his striking face and nodded without a single doubt.

He replied with a quiet “Very well.”

I finally became Mrs. Moreau.

Yet on our wedding night, he left the second that phone rang.

That was when I learned the truth. Cassian had always loved someone else—Liliana, the rising star in the entertainment industry.

He’d flown overseas just to stay by her side.

Three years passed after our marriage.

He traveled across Europe to restructure family assets, and we barely saw each other all year long.

Even when he returned to New York, he never reached out to me first.

I only learned of his schedule through his staff.

We shared a marital home, but nothing more. Our relationship was no different from any other political marriage.

Now, I knew this empty union would soon come to an end.