After He Sent Me to Prison, He Learned My Mother Was the Previous Don

"On my wedding day, my mother was diagnosed with lung cancer.

I asked Dante for fifty thousand dollars on the spot.

He concluded I was a gold digger.

From then on, every expense of mine had to be approved by his female assistant Bianca.

I explained countless times that the medicine was expensive and my mother had no choice.

Dante remained cold:

“Gold digging is gold digging. As long as you can get past Bianca, I'll give it.”

Until my mother was critically ill and urgently needed five hundred thousand dollars for surgery,

I stopped submitting unapproved application forms.