His Unwanted Widow, The Underboss's Coveted Queen

I knew the charred corpse in the city morgue wasn't my husband, Lorenzo.

I knew this because the man standing three feet behind me, playing the role of the grieving twin brother, was actually my husband.

He had planted his ring on his murdered twin, swapping their identities so he could escape our marriage and run off with his pregnant mistress, Valentina.

In my previous life, I had refused the pen and screamed for an investigation.

Lorenzo twisted my hysteria, painting me as an unhinged liar trying to steal his territory.