My Runaway Groom Came Back I Became His Aunt! novel Chapter 25

Chapter 1

On the night of my eighteenth birthday, I slept with the coolest boy in school, Luca Vitiello.

I kissed him desperately, pretending I knew exactly what I was doing, hoping he would choose me.

He did.

When it was over, he pulled out a switchblade, heated the tip with a lighter, and carved words into my chest. Luca’s Slut.

From that day on, I gave him everything.

When the pregnancy test turned blue, I thought things between us might finally change.

But when I unlocked my phone, I found my private video trending at the top of several websites.

Luca had done it. He even called to tell me.

“Now the whole city knows you’re nothing but a whore.”

That was when I learned the truth. He had come for revenge.

He said my father had raped his childhood friend, and I had to suffer the same kind of pain.

“If it weren’t for revenge, you wouldn’t even be fit to lick my boots.” He let out a cold sneer and hung up.

That same night, my father, a respected music professor, collapsed from a heart attack and was left paralyzed.

Our house was auctioned off, and I was expelled from college.

I lost everything.

Seven years later, I saw him again.

Luca was now the head of the Vitiello mafia family, the underground king of this city, surrounded by soldiers, guns, and a fiancée.

And me?

I worked as a cocktail waitress in his rival’s strip club, making a hundred dollars a night and smiling no matter what happened,

That night, the boss called me into the VIP room. When I walked in, a group of men stared at me with hungry eyes.

“Good evening, Mr. Russo,” I said, sliding onto his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck like I’d done a thousand times before.

He smelled of cigars and cheap cologne, and his hand had already slipped beneath my skirt.

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“Evening, sweetheart. Come say hello to our Don Luca.”

I turned my head, and my smile froze.

Across the room, Luca sat with a glass of Scotch in one hand, a woman draped over his arm. The way he

looked at me was the same way someone looked at garbage.

Russo grinned. “Luca, want her to serve you?”

Luca’s gaze never left me.

“I don’t buy secondhand goods,” he said coldly.

The room erupted in laughter.

I tugged my skirt down, still smiling, and stood to pour Russo another drink.

A bald man wearing a thick gold chain tossed a stack of cash onto the table.

“Take off your skirt,” he said.

The others cheered.

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