From Broken Vessel To Mafia Queen

Years ago, I threw myself in front of an assassin's bullet to protect my Mafia boss husband, leaving me nearly infertile.

He knelt in my blood, swearing I would be his only wife.

But tonight, I heard him whisper to his childhood sweetheart in Italian: "My wife is a useless vessel; only you can give the Rossi family an heir."

He thought I couldn't understand him, not knowing I used to work as an Italian translator.

He also had no idea that an eight-week-old miracle was currently growing in my womb.

Julian, you will never see your child.