After Her Divorce, She Inherited the Mafia Empire

My husband's courier had been bleeding my family accounts dry like they were her personal tribute, and she'd had the audacity to call me a useless ornamental bride right there in the private dining room of La Maschera Nera—the most exclusive establishment in Cresthaven's territory.

The disrespect was so brazen it stole the breath from my lungs.

So I made a single phone call. Had her access revoked on the spot. Left her without a cent of clean cash to settle the bill. The manager—a man who understood exactly whose territory he operated in—held her there for an entire day and night.