Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride (by Oma Green) novel Chapter 157

Anna's POV

Mira studied my face for a long moment. “If you insist, then I support you.”

“Thank you.”

My eyes went to Alfonso and another guard standing near the entrance. “I kinda need you to distract them.”

Mira smirked, immediately understanding. “I’m on it. Be safe, okay?”

“I will.”

“I’ll tell Alfonso you requested something special for the cake cutting. That should keep them busy.”

I squeezed her shoulder. “You’re the best.”

I watched as Mira walked over to Alfonso, her posture shifting to something more animated. She gestured toward the kitchen, speaking rapidly. Alfonso and the other guard turned around, following her pointing finger.

That was my moment.

The room went dim for a slow song, which helped. Everyone was dancing, focused on their partners.

I walked by the side of the dance floor, though I knew it was hard not to be noticed, considering I was dressed in an extravagant white dress and was the bride, the center of attention.

I snuck out, avoiding eye contact with anyone, and made it down the hall.

A few guards appeared around the corner, their expressions concerned.

“Mrs. DeLuca, is everything…”

“Restroom,” I said quickly. “I just need a moment.”

They exchanged glances, then one stepped forward. “We should follow.”

“No.” My voice came out firm. “I’m fine. And I’m pretty sure Dante wouldn’t appreciate you following me into the bathroom.”

They hesitated.

“I’ll be quick. Five minutes.”

They nodded reluctantly, and I hurried past them.

The corridor stretched ahead. I gathered my dress in my hands, the fabric heavy and cumbersome as I moved quickly toward Dante’s office.

As I got closer, I heard voices.

Dante’s voice. And another voice. Female.

My heart started racing.

No. God, no. Let it not be.

I slowed down, refusing to believe what I was hearing.

Please. Please let me be wrong.

The door was wide open, light spilling into the corridor.

I moved closer. The sounds increased.

And that was when my heart broke into pieces.

Selene. Completely naked. Straddling Dante in his chair.

Her hips were moving, grinding against him in a rhythm that made my stomach turn. Her hands were on her breasts, touching herself and moaning, loud and shameless.

And Dante, his shirt was unbuttoned, hanging open. His hands were on her waist.

Tears streamed down my face, hot and burning.

The world tilted.

No. No, no, no.

I couldn’t breathe or think. I couldn’t process what I was seeing.

This can’t be real. This can’t be happening.

But it was. Right in front of me.

My husband. With another woman. On our wedding night.

I wanted to scream. To burst in there and tear her off him. To demand answers, explanations, anything.

But I couldn’t move. I couldn’t make myself step through that door.

This is my wedding. Our wedding night. And he’s… he’s with her.

I gathered my dress in trembling hands and turned, racing down the hallway. Away from that office. Away from the image that was now burned into my mind.

Each step felt like walking through water.

How could he? How could he do this to me?

I wiped at my tears furiously before entering the reception hall. I had to put on a brave face. I had to not let them see me break. Not today of all days.

This was supposed to be our wedding night. Our first night as husband and wife.

And instead, I was here. Alone.

While he was with her.

The tears came harder now, and I let them. Let myself break down in the privacy of this room.

I believed he cared. I actually believed him when he said he felt nothing for Selene. When he promised not to take mistresses. When he promised to be faithful.

He promised. And she had been his mistress all along. God knows how long.

I was such a fool. On our wedding night. He couldn’t even wait until the next day.

He disrespected me that much.

Heartbreak turned to rage, hot and consuming.

I felt used. Like a fool. I’d been worried about him, terrified something had happened.

And he was in the arms of another woman.

I’d been so stupid. So naive.

Thinking he cared. Thinking this marriage meant something.

But it didn’t. It never did.

I was just another possession. Another piece on his chessboard for revenge against my father.

And Selene. God, Selene. His sister-in-law. The sister of his dead wife.

How long had this been going on? How long had he been lying to me?

I grabbed a vase from the dresser and threw it across the room. It shattered against the wall.

I screamed, the raw sound ripping from my throat.

And then my legs gave out.

I sank to the floor, my wedding dress pooling around me like a white sea of broken promises.

The sobs shook my entire body.

This was my life now.

And there was no going back.