After Three Years as the Godfather's Bed Companion, I Married His Brother

I was Donna's body double in bed—enduring the Don's brutal thrusts every night, only to kneel before Donna at dawn and repeat every whispered word he'd murmured against my pillow.

Until I couldn't take it anymore. In bed, I begged Don to give me a title—even mistress would do.

He laughed, tilting my chin up with cold contempt: "You're nothing but Tiffany's maid. Making you my mistress would be a public slap in her face."

I closed my eyes in despair.

Chad's devotion to Tiffany was something the entire family knew.