Discarded Mafia Bride: My Empire Rises

I woke from a five-year coma not to the faces of my family, but to my own death certificate.

It was signed by my parents and my fiancé, Dante Moretti, the most ruthless Don in our world. He had sworn on his father's grave to wait for me. Instead, he replaced me with Sienna—the very woman who put me in that hospital bed.

My own son, Luca, looked at me with cold, unfamiliar eyes.

"You're not my mother," he sneered, hiding behind the woman who wore my face.

My parents rushed to shield her, not me. "You must understand the bigger picture," my father said.