Chapter 4

Author’s POV

“I’m sorry I couldn’t send the invitation. I was in a fatal accident. I was unconscious for days at the hospital,” the man on the other end of the phone revealed.

Amanda’s eyes widened in shock, her hands tightening around the phone.


“What do you mean you couldn’t send the invitation that day?” she yelled.

Her anger slowly subdued. She clearly remembered Ella talking about how she’d received the invitation and had assumed it was the one she sent.


She had sent it to make Ella watch Luciano announce her as his lover in front of the whole world instead of her.

If she hadn’t… there was no way Ella could have gotten her hands on such an important, exclusive invitation.

“If I didn’t send her the invitation… then who did?”

~Ella’s POV~

I sat in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. My personal maid had just finished my makeup, a full glam makeup which I slightly detested. I preferred going natural.

My first mission was to make Rohan fall in love with me, and I still found the task impossibly difficult.

How on earth was I supposed to convince a man like him to dump his bride and marry me, not just anyone, but his enemy’s daughter? What was Father thinking?

I wanted to scream, give up, but I knew there was no backing out the moment I stepped back into this place.

I wiped the makeup off. I needed to devise a plan.

“Seriously? And you think you can pull that off?” Ria, my best friend and assistant freaked out the moment I told her everything — My father’s conditions and all.

She was Mrs. Bale’s youngest daughter, practically family, and had been assisting me since she arrived.

“I’m happy your eyes are finally open, you left that fucker, that ugly thing…” She paused, chuckling lightly. “Sorry, I mean he dumped you — that’s more practical. But that’s not the issue.” She took a seat next to me, shaking her head. “How could you accept such a condition from your father?”

“It would be better to just kill that motherfucker and clean up the scene rather than embark on such a dangerous task,” she added.

Three years earlier, my best friend had clung to me like a baby, begging me not to marry Luciano, but I stubbornly refused. It was rare for a day to pass without hearing her roast Luciano every chance she got.

I sighed.

“I’m not killing Luciano. I need to make him suffer, slow-burn torture. I can do it. I’ll make Rohan fall in love with me the moment he lays eyes on me,” I said confidently.

“Do you even know who we’re talking about here? Or have you forgotten, just because you’ve been gone for a few years? You think he’ll ruin his engagement for you? Rumor has it he’s madly in love with the woman he’s marrying. Do you think you stand a chance?”

“Do you forget who I am? All men fall for me at a single glance,” I said, twisting a strand of my hair.

“And yet Luciano left you for that wench?” Ria scoffed.

“Ria!” I snapped.

“Just saying,” she shrugged.

“Believe me or not, I’ll pull it off — at the gala tomorrow.”

“You’re seriously going there?” she asked, raising a curious brow.

“Yes.” I was determined.

The gala was everything I expected — power, wealth, and quiet wars wrapped in elegance.

Crystal chandeliers. Extravagance everywhere.

The air was thick with power, aura, and silent competition. Most of the mafia bosses were enemies of one another.

I wore a purple satin gown that hugged every curve. Bold. Dangerous. Stunning.

My body was toned. Even though I hadn’t been to the gym in years, life had kept me in shape. All those years running errands for Luciano’s family never wasted.

As expected, people stared. Good. Let them look.

But one man didn’t.

I grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waitress and fixed my eyes on him, Rohan Sylvia. The one man I was yet to have under my wrap of my fingers.

He stood among a group of people, not glancing my way even once.

He wore a black suit and carried himself differently — calm, controlled, calculating.

It had been years since I’d seen him, and he looked even more handsome than I remembered.

Suddenly, he paused mid-conversation and looked my way.

Our eyes met. For a moment, he froze. His breath seemed to still.

His sharp ocean eyes locked on me. His expression didn’t change, no smirk, no smile. He simply watched me, studying my fire, scanning every detail as if undressing me with his gaze.

The moment stretched, long and thick, something hooked between us.

Then he took a step forward, moving closer.

I smirked inwardly, proud. I knew it, I had his attention. There was no way a man wouldn’t fall for my charm at a single glance.

“He’s really coming?” Ria whispered, stunned.

“It’s me. I attract the attention of any man I want,” I said, taking another sip.

But just as he neared, my lips parted slightly. “I…”

But like I wasn’t even there, he brushed past me and kept walking. All that remained was the smell of his cologne and the sting of embarrassment.

“I told you he doesn’t look at any other woman apart from her!” Ria’s voice echoed beside me.

I turned and saw him with her — Brielle.

She wore a white dress that made her look like a fallen angel, radiant and pure. His hand held hers like she was the only thing he needed.

“Get me a few people. Hefty, strong men, to be precise,” I muttered, eyes locked on them.

“For what?” Ria asked, surprised.

“To do something big.” A dangerous smirk played at the corner of my lips.

**

“The whole nation is in anticipation as it’s finally Mr. Rohan’s wedding. The entire city is looking forward to seeing him officially marry the woman he loves and proposed to just a month ago.” The news echoed across the room.

It had been a week, and Rohan was finally getting married.

Ria, in a fit of anger, grabbed the remote and switched off the TV.

I chuckled lightly.

“Seriously? You’re sitting here eating cookies while he’s getting married?” she shouted. “You said you had it under control! Did you give up on your revenge?”

“You know giving up isn’t in my dictionary,” I said, calmly crunching another cookie.

She blinked. “Then what’s this you’re doing?”

“My greatest plan.” I winked.

Her eyes widened. “You didn’t even tell me about it!”

I stood. “Get dressed. Gather the men. We have a wedding to attend.”

“W…wedding?” Ria stuttered, completely confused.

My heels clicked against the tiled floor as the oak doors swung open. I kept my eyes straight ahead and walked in, hips swaying confidently.

The church shimmered in the warm glow of sunlight filtering through stained-glass windows, casting soft colors across the aisle.


The scent of roses filled the air, mingling with quiet whispers and the rustle of gowns.

Everyone seemed happy, their eyes fixed on the altar where Rohan Sylvia was staying along with his bride, Brielle.

The priest stepped forward, his white robe gliding softly as he took his place before them. His sweet voice immediately filled the sacred hall.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the sight of God and these witnesses to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony…”

Today Rohan’s usual cold expression was gone, it was replaced by genuine delight, happiness, one i had never seen on him before.


He looked like he was enjoying the moment.


Too bad… I was about to ruin it.

My heels clanged against the floor as I strode closer to the altar.

“Rohan Sylvia, do you take Brielle to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love and cherish.”

“I do.”

“And do you Brielle, take Rohan…”

The priest never finished

“I am against this marriage!” I interrupted loud and clear.

The church gasped. The choir froze. Head turned.

The entire church went into chaos but I was just getting started.

Showtime!

Breaking News:

Mr. Rohan Sylvia’s bride had been kidnapped at his wedding by a group of bikers led by an unidentified woman!

Who is she?

The city is in chaos!

And Mr. Rohan? He looks dangerous at the moment…