
The Godfather's Last Regret: He Never Knew Her
Chapter 1
The day of the wedding dress fitting, Damon Rossi suddenly spoke up. “Sophia, let’s call off the wedding. Three days from now.”
I didn't even blink. “For some trashy troublemaker who can’t keep her legs shut?”
Damon’s eyes flashed with warning. “Doesn’t matter if she’s trashy or not. I’ll clean up every mess she makes. As long as she’s honest with me.”
I looked at the man I’d loved for ten years. Then I smiled and nodded. “Fine. Then I hope you get exactly what you deserve—a trashy ‘true love.’”
Ten years of love. It was already gone.
Time to go home, take over the family business, and marry the guy Grandpa had been raising to be my husband.
Damon didn’t expect me—always so cold—to actually throw shade.
He gave me a polite apology. “Sophia, I admit I’ve wasted ten years of your life. But I hope you won’t hurt her out of jealousy.”
Watching the man I’d chased for a decade without ever catching him… I suddenly felt nothing.
He talked about us working hard for our relationship.
But all he ever did was stand there coldly, watching me sink deeper into a trap I couldn’t escape.
He didn’t love me. Didn’t care about what my soul needed.
To him, I was just some rigid, boring machine obsessed with the family business—nothing like that vibrant rose he worshiped. Not even half as alive.