The day finally came. The sham wedding was taking place on the lavish lawn of Chicago's largest private manor. The sun was blinding.
Marcello stood under a floral arch, dressed in an expensive black suit. The same arrogant, untouchable CEO. Carmine was beside him in a white groomsman's suit. His eyes darted around, a mix of sick excitement and irritation.
And Valeria. She stood in the front row in a custom bridesmaid dress, ten times more extravagant than any wedding gown. She held a micro-camera in her hand. She was live-streaming on the dark web. Thousands of viewers were pouring into the chat.
She was going to show the world how the Marcello family crushes a nobody. Like an ant. This was her trophy.
The minutes ticked by. Noon. The wedding was supposed to start.
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