After My Fiancé Abandoned Me, I Married My Stepbrother

At the family marriage banquet, more than a dozen young women from different families stood in a line with me, waiting for the Moretti family to publicly choose their future brides.

The ones chosen would wear the family rings and become future Donnas.

The ones left behind would be sent to Gray Harbor as marriage pieces in the ceasefire agreement.

I lifted my chin.

Everyone knew the future Don, Vincent Moretti, would choose me.

After all, we had grown up together.

He had always said he loved me.

But at the very last moment, he chose Isabella Rossi.