He Begged the Don with Blood , All for the Enemy's Pawn

The Moretti family doesn't do divorce. They do graves. So when my husband kneels in the family chapel and lets the Don carve him open just to get rid of me and our newborn daughter, I know it's over. He says he owes her — the girl he was sworn to protect, the one who vanished three years ago and came back broken. He says she can't stand the sight of his child. So our baby gets erased. And I walk out in the rain with nothing but my daughter and his guilt money. What he doesn't know yet: she's not broken. She's a Volkov plant. And by the time he finds out, I've already found someone who loves us without bleeding for permission. He'll come crawling back. But some doors don't open twice.