Three Fiancés Played Games—I Married Their Enemy
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I am the pampered Princess of the Carpenter crime family, a girl whose three fiancés once leveled a city block just to retrieve her lost diamond.
But next to Avery—a battle-hardened medic who showed up with her kid and could dig out bullets without blinking—my "spoiled nature" suddenly became such an exhausting joke that Jackson and Rhys simply walked out on me.
Gabriel was the only one who didn't. He was my safe haven, kissing my forehead and promising, "They’re fools. They don't appreciate you."
I believed him. Until I looked out the window.
My proud, untouchable Gabriel was down on one knee in the dirt, humbly wiping the mud off Avery’s high heels.
I didn't scream. I didn't throw a fit. I just turned around, walked straight into my father's study, and looked the Godfather in the eye.
"Dad," I said. "That marriage alliance with the West Coast 'Butcher' family next month. I'll do it."
But next to Avery—a battle-hardened medic who showed up with her kid and could dig out bullets without blinking—my "spoiled nature" suddenly became such an exhausting joke that Jackson and Rhys simply walked out on me.
Gabriel was the only one who didn't. He was my safe haven, kissing my forehead and promising, "They’re fools. They don't appreciate you."
I believed him. Until I looked out the window.
My proud, untouchable Gabriel was down on one knee in the dirt, humbly wiping the mud off Avery’s high heels.
I didn't scream. I didn't throw a fit. I just turned around, walked straight into my father's study, and looked the Godfather in the eye.
"Dad," I said. "That marriage alliance with the West Coast 'Butcher' family next month. I'll do it."

















































