Chapter 1 - The Public Humiliation
The sunlit luxury outdoor mansion garden was an absolute masterpiece of high-society extravagance. Towering white floral archways framed the polished marble steps, and ancient cypress trees cast gentle, cooling shadows over three hundred of the city’s most elite, powerful guests. It was supposed to be the wedding of the decade, a display of absolute strength and unity for the Vitali family empire.
But the joyous atmosphere had completely evaporated, replaced by a suffocating, terrifying silence.
At the base of the marble steps, Mr. Lorenzo Vitali sat in a highly advanced, custom-built wheelchair. He was a staggeringly handsome man in his late thirties, with dark, perfectly styled wavy hair. He wore a crisp, unbuttoned black suit that revealed the edges of dark, intricate chest and arm tattoos—a silent testament to the violent, ruthless world he had conquered.
He was staring straight ahead, his face a mask of restrained, agonizing sorrow.
Walking away down the grand marble stairs, her back turned completely to the altar, was Bianca. The twenty-something blonde bride looked ethereal in an ornate, open-back white lace wedding gown with a long, trailing veil. She didn't look back. She simply walked away, leaving the most powerful man in the city stranded and humiliated in front of his entire network of allies and enemies.
Enzo, Lorenzo’s fiercely loyal, aging butler, stepped forward with trembling hands. He held a thick, folded piece of heavy parchment sealed with Bianca’s personal wax crest.
"Sir..." Enzo managed to say, his voice a shaky, quiet whisper that barely carried over the rustling cypress trees. "...she left this letter. She's not coming."
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Lorenzo didn't reach for the letter. He didn't need to read it. He already knew exactly what it said. Bianca was refusing to marry a man who couldn't walk.
👉 Read Part 2 to discover the tragic accident that put the billionaire in the wheelchair.
