The Wedding I Designed to Die For

"I was with Marco, the New York Mafia heir, for seven years.He never told his family about me.But when I walked in on a wedding rehearsal and saw the groom embracing the bride-to-be. It was Marco!"Her fiancé's held up in Italy. I'm just a stand-in," he told me, but his eyes never left her. "You're the best wedding planner in New York. This wedding has to be flawless."But I saw something in his eyes I'd never seen before. A possessiveness that bordered on resentment.Isabella, the bride, hated every idea I had for her.In the end, Marco told me to give her the wedding I'd spent five years designing for myself."Our wedding can wait. I'll give you something bigger, I promise. It's just a plan, Sophia. It's what you do. Giving it to a client should be easy, right?"He didn't know. It wasn't just a plan. It was my dying wish.In the end, I gave him what he wanted, quietly preparing to die.Later, he went mad, kidnapping the world’s best doctors—risking a global manhunt—all to save me."