His Unwanted Fiancée Was His True Savior

I was standing in five thousand dollars of hand-stitched lace when I received the medical report.

My fiancé, Dante de Rossi, the future Don of Chicago, had gotten another woman pregnant.

He didn't apologize. He didn't beg. He looked me in the eye and called it a "strategic necessity."

"Isobel saved my life five years ago," he said coldly. "I owe her this child. You will raise it as your own. It is the price of the Peace Treaty."

He forced me to cancel our engagement photos so he could take them with her.

He took her on the vacation meant for our honeymoon.