I was forced to replace my sister in her husband’s bed.
She couldn’t give the Godfather an heir, so she blackmailed me with my sick mother.
Every night, I wore her face. Every night, he whispered my name.
Then she married me off to another man.
On my wedding night, I lifted my veil—and found the Godfather waiting.
My groom was tied beneath the bed.
He smiled.
“Your wedding is over.”
“Now you’re coming home with me.”