My Best Friend's Dad Married Me

When the boy I had loved in silence for five years dropped to one knee and proposed to the very girl who had bullied me, the entire room burst into laughter at my expense.

"That fat, ugly Lydia Prescott actually thinks she has a shot with a mafia boss?"

In a single night, I became the city's favorite punchline. I fled in humiliation.

The next time I appeared, I had transformed. The weight was gone, and so was the ridicule. I stunned everyone into silence.

Miles Calloway begged through tears for another chance, but I simply slipped my arm through the arm of the mafia godfather beside me and smiled.

"Sorry. I'm married."

The man rumored to be cold-blooded and untouchable pulled me closer and declared with chilling certainty, "Lydia is my wife."

The room erupted.

Only my best friend, Annie Sinclair, gasped, "Lydia, you seriously locked down my dad?"