She Fled Her Wedding and Hid in the Mafia Boss’s Car—Then Her Ex Demanded a Secret Box

They were supposed to announce my marriage to Grant Holloway. Instead, they sounded like a countdown. I ran faster. My dress dragged across the wet sidewalk, gathering dirt along the hem. Cold pavement cut into my feet. Cars hissed through puddles beside me. Somewhere behind the church doors, two hundred guests were probably wondering why the bride had disappeared three minutes before the ceremony. Grant knew why. My father knew why. And now I knew too. Twenty minutes earlier, I had been standing in the bridal room while my younger sister, Paige, searched for a missing hairpin.