I Married My Ex-Fiancé's Dangerous Uncle

I stood at the altar in a fifty-thousand-dollar custom lace gown, waiting to marry the boy I had loved since I was five.

But Silas didn't say "I do."

He answered a phone call, turned pale, and bolted toward the exit as if the gates of hell had opened, leaving me to face five hundred of New York's most dangerous criminals alone.

He left me for a waitress named Lola.

The humiliation was suffocating. The elite of the Five Families looked at me with pity, a Genovese princess rejected for trash.

When Silas finally returned, he didn't apologize.