My Fiancé's Mistress Tried to Strip-Search Me
I came back to New York for one reason: to meet the man my mother arranged for me to marry. I never made it to dinner. His "sister"—the woman he'd been protecting since childhood, the one he clearly loved more than he'd ever love a fiancée he'd never met—snatched a twelve-thousand-dollar dress out of my hands at a Fifth Avenue boutique and had me thrown out. When I called him about it, he told me I should be grateful to be marrying into his family at all. Then he hung up. An hour later, she accused me of stealing her ring. Had me pinned against the wall. Told his men to strip me down and film it for "evidence." Nico laughed when I told him the whole Ferrante family would answer for this. "With what? You?" My name is Sera Vitti. That's all I'll say.
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