My Fake Sister Sold Me To The Don — Not Knowing I'm His Wife

My birth parents kidnapped me. They wanted me to take the fall for their fake daughter. I just rang the IPO bell for my 99th company. Then a bag came down over my head. I thought it was a ransom job. Instead, the hood came off and I was staring at the parents who dumped me twenty years ago. "Your sister ruined the birthday gift Don Rocci bought for his wife," my father snaps. "You're going to take the blame for her." Yara, my so-called sister, sobs on cue. "Sis, even if the Don kills you for it, Mom and Dad promise to take you back as their real daughter. It's an honor." Then my "fiancé" steps in. Chad Vance. The boy I was supposedly promised to as a kid. He wipes Yara's tears like she's made of glass. "You should be grateful you get to clean up Yara's mess," he growls at me. "One wrong word and I'll bury you." "Don Rocci has a temper. You beg. You grovel. Hell, strip and crawl into his bed if you have to. He is not touching Yara's family. Got it?" I freeze. Wait. They want me to beg my sulking, stormed-out-of-the-house… husband? So the birthday gift was for me? My cheap little bastard was actually trying to make up? I almost laugh out loud. They're literally driving me home. And maybe the sulky idiot will feel bad the second he sees me and drop the whole fight. Meanwhile my parents keep spraying spit in my face. "Do you know what the Rocci name means? If Yara catches heat for this, her life is over!" "You're a tough little street rat. You can take a beating. Yara's delicate. She was raised right. Not like you." Yara throws herself into Chad's arms. "Chaddy, I didn't mean it. I was just trying to wipe the Don's wife's gift and my hand slipped…" Chad strokes her hair. Then he glares at me. "Estella Lane. Pull one stunt, and I'll make sure you can't breathe in Ashford City. I'll bankrupt that little garbage company of yours by morning." Little garbage company. I own 99 publicly-traded companies. Any one of them could buy the entire Vance family twice over. I bite my cheek to keep from smiling. "So how exactly do you want me to make it up to him?" Yara drops the tears the second I fold. Chin up. Full brat mode. "The Don is a monster. Cruel. Sadistic. Famous for it." "He hits you, you take it. He tells you to kneel, you kneel. Until he's done." Mom pipes in. "You're pretty enough. Maybe once he's used you up, he'll leave our family alone." "Then we'll take you back. Give you a proper wedding." Yara traces circles on Chad's chest. "Sis, I know it's hard. But you're the older one. You're supposed to give in." "If you don't come back… Mom and Dad will set up a nice little shrine for you. Light a candle every year." Wow. They're already planning my funeral. Whatever spark of joy I had about finding my real family dies right there. Fair enough. People who threw away a baby twenty years ago aren't suddenly saints today. Chad flicks a photo at my face. "Take a good look. That's Don Rocci. Damiano Rocci. Heir to the Rocci Family." Deep eyes. Sharp jaw. Painfully handsome. Also, my runaway husband. The one who won't pick up my calls. Damiano has a temper. Petty. Holds grudges forever. We fought because I was too busy taking my company public to hang out with him. So he stormed off. And this whole time, the little brat was still shopping for my birthday gift. God, he's such a tsundere. I tuck the photo away and force my voice to shake. "Will he… kill me?" Dad snorts. "Depends how good you are. Now move!" I head for the door. Chad grabs my arm. "Wait!"