From Discarded Wife To The Don's Successor

I was tightening my husband’s tie for the photographers at the gala when my phone buzzed against my thigh.

A single notification stopped my heart dead.

Julius had just wired five million dollars—capital I had secretly stolen from my father to build his company—to an account named 'K. Drake'.

When I confronted him later that night, he didn't apologize. Instead, he lured me to an empty warehouse and detonated a rigged gas line.

I woke up in a hospital bed, my body broken and my mind racing.

Julius stood over me, checking his watch, looking terrifyingly calm.