Venom's Kiss: A Mafia Love Triangle Romance

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Memories flooded back—the heat of his touch, the fire in his eyes, the way he made me feel like the center of the universe, only to disappear without a trace.

The man who turned my world upside down, who left me hollow and confused, was getting married.

And he had invited me.

My fingers tightened around the paper.

Anger mixed with confusion as I reread his name, over and over, hoping it would somehow make sense.

What kind of twisted game was this?

I glanced up at the clock.

Juan would be home soon.

My fiancé, my steady rock, the man who treated me with kindness, respect, and love.

A safe haven in my once-chaotic life.

He was everything Vito wasn't—stable, predictable, dependable.

So why, when I read Vito's name, did my pulse race in a way Juan had never made it?

Why was my heart beating so fast it hurt?

The invitation slipped from my hand, falling onto the counter.

I stared at it, trying to make sense of the situation.

Why would Vito invite me to his wedding?

We hadn't spoken in years, not since the night he disappeared from my life without a word.

No explanation.

No goodbye.

Just... gone.

I spent months trying to forget him, trying to erase the memory of his touch, his kiss, the way his voice made me weak.

And just when I thought I had moved on, here he was again, invading my life with just one piece of paper.

A part of me wanted to rip the invitation to shreds, to throw it in the trash and pretend it didn't exist.

But another part of me—one I wasn't proud of—wanted to know why.

Why now?

Why invite me after all this time?