Irina's POV
My heart was racing so fast I thought it would burst from my chest.
This could not be happening. This was not real.
But his hand was on my arm. His grip was tight and possessive.
I could feel his fingers digging into my skin through the fabric of my wedding dress.
"What did you do to Dimitri?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady.
My words came out shaky despite my best efforts.
"Shh," Alexei whispered, leaning closer to my ear. "Act normal. Smile. We have guests watching."
His breath was hot against my neck. It made my skin crawl with disgust.
I looked around frantically. Mafia families were everywhere, watching us, talking, and laughing.
They had no idea what was happening. No idea that the groom standing before them was not who they thou
