Jerk, I'm Off Your Boat

My fiancé let my maid of honor wear my ring and take my place on our wedding boat. Then he called ME unreasonable. With sunset ten minutes away, he was certain I’d swallow the humiliation. Instead, I sent one text: “You said you wanted to marry me. Come now.” When another wedding boat appeared, his smirk vanished. Waiting aboard was Dante—the city’s most powerful mafia boss, dressed to marry the woman Marco kept making wait. Suddenly, my fiancé remembered I was his bride. He grabbed my wrist. “Leave with him, and there’s no going back.” I smiled. “That’s the point.”