The Billionaire Don's Secret Boss

The night before my wedding, I got a key card, presidential suite, a penthouse in Manhattan, the place my fiance found me. The place we first made love. I thought he wanted to relive that night, a prewedding surprise. Then I opened the door. All I saw was his back, strong pounding into some blonde. His hands were crushing her tits. "Baby, you're so good. " He was groaning satisfied. He didn't stop until he came inside her. Then he turned. Lit a cigar, looked right at me. It's nothing personal. I'm just tired of the act. You needed to see the real me before the wedding, so you don't give me any shit later. Don't worry; you'll still be the official Mrs. Belina. You've been with me for 10 years. Your hands aren't clean either. You did it all for my business. Who else in this city would have you? So the wedding's tomorrow as planned. I'll give you your spectacle. I just slipped his rock off my finger—the engagement ring. I put it on the table and walked away. The next day, Nico Bellini stood at the altar of St. Patrick's Cathedral. I walked right up to him on the arm of his greatest enemy. I held up a piece of paper"You wanted a wedding? Here it is. " The marriage certificate belongs to him now.

Niko stopped in his tracks. He turned around slowly, the careless look on his face turning into an amused one. He looked at me like a man watching a child throw a tantrum. "Replacing the groom? " He walked back, his voice dripping with mockery. "Serafina, what do you think this is? Some cheap soap opera? " The reporters around us sensed something; their camera lenses quietly turned toward us. Niko came to a stop in front of me, his hand reaching up to stroke my cheek. Baby, don't make a scene. His voice was soft, gentle, but his eyes held a look of arrogant pity. Who would you replace me with? In this entire city, what man would dare touch my woman? Of course, if you actually manage to find a man who'll touch you, maybe I'll let you have your fun. He opened his car door, throwing a final teasing line over his shoulder. I told you, you're the only official Donna. Stop messing around. Those little strays on the outside? I'm just playing, okay? Rocco walked over. Boss, maybe you should make Isla wait. It's your big day with the dog. Nico waved him off. That little princess is more of a. handful He pointed at me, his tone one of absolute. certainty She's not going anywhere. She has nowhere else to. go I stood in front of the cathedral watching the bulletproof black Maybach roar to life and speed away. I stood there, the hem of my wedding dress catching the cold wind. The photographer beside me held his camera awkwardly, unsure of what to do. No one said a word. I looked down at my left hand; the ring finger was bare. Last night, I left the engagement ring on the hotel coffee table right next to that woman's scattered lingerie. A slow smile spread across my face. Nico, if you're in such a hurry to register your marriage with another woman, then go—this multimillion dollar wedding of the century? If you're going to hand me a multimillion dollar party, I'll be happy to take it. Let's go inside. Donna, the wedding is about to start, isn't it? Or do you want to keep over 300 of New York's most important people waiting outside?

Serafina, over here, look here. You're New York's top art consultant. How does it feel marrying the dawn of the Baluyi family? A match made in heaven. Having the wedding of the century. Reporters, disguised as guests, warmed the entrance to Saint Patrick's Cathedral. I stepped out of the custom molded voice from my Ugutan stiletto cutting the piece. The white silk of my gown dragged along the red carpet. Miss Vitali, your gallery has supplied high society with countless treasures. Today, you've become the most precious piece of art yourself. And the endless prayer walking toward the church flanked by my bodyguards. Nico Bellini stood on the steps in his expensive custom suit, he wore a smug smile, "He'd called me this morning. " "I'd fucked that woman all night seven times," "I needed to catch up on sleep to have enough energy for the wedding so I couldn't come pick up you. ". I'm so sure I'd come. on my own, baby. you finally made it. He walked toward me and gave me a light kiss on the lips. He looked at me in my wedding dress and devoured me with his eyes, a mix of raw lust and pride. The media let out a soft knowing laugh. I felt the warmth of his lips. I thought about how that same mouth was kissing another woman's nipples just last night. I said, taking his arm. It's fine, I know you're a busy man. Rocco leaned in boss. that move last night was cold, making her watch you with another woman and she still shows up today smiling in a wedding dress, this broad is wrapped around your finger. Yeah, any other woman would have lost her mind. Our Donna's got guts. Nico pulled me tighter. Of course she does. ; she's been with me for 10 years. What hasn't she seen? Besides, who else in this city would dare to have her? I listened and I kept smiling. Everyone here knew how much money I'd laundered for him over the last ten weeks, how many messages I'd seen. My hands weren't clean, like he said. Who else would have it? Just then, his private phone rang, he glanced at the screen, a smile touched his lips.

What's going on? I told you to call me later. In that much of a hurry, boss? Who was that? Isla. She's flying to Paris and insisted on getting the marriage license before she leaves. The way she begs for it is unreal. What about the wedding? What about it? The ceremony will take an hour or two. I'll just drop by City Hall; it's a tenminute thing. You know how that little princess gets. If I don't keep her happy, she'll throw a tantrum at the airport. Rocco knew better than to argue. Nico walked back to me, put an arm around my shoulder. Here, get a picture of us for the memories. The flash went off a few times. Nico held my waist and gave me a quick peck on the lips. Be good, I gotta go or I'll be late for the registry. Wait for me. He patted my cheek like I was a pet. Then he turned and started walking toward his car. I stood there watching his back. Ten years of my youth, ten years of love, all for last night's humiliation and today's wait for me. A cold wind blew, I felt clearer than I had in years. Nico Bellini. He stopped and turned back to look at me with that same careless, incontrol look in his eyes. If you walk through that door today, I'm replacing the groom.