His Mafia Queen, My Substitute Heart

My perfect marriage to Don Dante Moretti, the most powerful man in the New York mob, ended the moment my father died. I was twenty-four, pregnant with his heir, and I believed I was his queen.

But for two days, while I planned a funeral alone, my husband was unreachable. Then a friend sent me a photo. Dante in London, his hand tangled in the hair of the woman beside him.

It was my cousin, Valentina.

He came home with lies about a dead phone and a difficult summit. That night, I found his private journal, and my world disintegrated.