07 I told my father everything . Vincent Brennan didn't become head of the Irish mob by being sentimental . " You want war with the O'Sullivans ? " he asked calmly . " No. I want them to forget I exist . " He studied me with eyes that had seen generations of family business . " And the baby ? " " There is no baby . " He nodded once . " I'll handle our side . You sure about this ? " " Yes . " " Then we'll make other arrangements . The Fitzgeralds have been looking to align with us . " On the wedding day , instead of wearing Cillian's designed gown , I was on a plane to Miami . My father had business there with the Cubans , and I needed distance . The O'Sullivan event coordinator called my secure line repeatedly . I'd already destroyed the SIM card . I imagined Cillian's face when he realized I wasn't coming . Let him have his perfect day with his legal wife . Meanwhile , at the cathedral , Cillian waited with barely controlled energy . His mother noticed . " Stop fidgeting . You're making everyone nervous . " " Ma , I haven't heard from her security team . " " Probably just traffic. Though after the stunt she pulled with Delphine trying on the dress ... " His expression darkened . " Don't start . And keep Delphine away from her today . I mean it . " Mrs. O'Sullivan sighed but nodded . The music started . Cillian straightened , his heart racing . But when the doors opened and he saw Delphine in the wedding dress , his world shattered . His hand clenched automatically at his side . " Where is Saoirse ? "