I Rented the Mafia Don to Ruin My Cheating Fiancé

"Last Valentine's Day, I bled out on a hotel floor clutching my baby's ultrasound while my fiancé covered his childhood ""sister's"" eyes so the sight of my blood wouldn't upset her.

Then I opened my eyes — two days before Valentine's, all over again.

This time, I'm not begging. I'm texting the one man I swore I'd never speak to: Killian Vance, Don of the Vance family, and the arranged fiancé I ran away from six years ago.

""One million dollars. Be my Valentine. Deal?""

He answers in three seconds: ""Wait for me. Flying back tonight.""