Caught My Fiancé by Scent, I Married the Mafia Heir

I was born with a cursed gift: after two people spend the night together, I can smell bitter orange blossom on their skin. Three days before my wedding, that scent hit me from my fiancé, Luca—and my stepsister, Mia. They thought I’d stay quiet because my family had stolen my mother’s perfume manuscript and used it to trap me. Big mistake. I played the perfect bride, set my Blood Neroli incense in the chapel, and waited. At the altar, their bodies bloomed with blood-red flowers. Luca lost everyth