I Resign: The Mafia Boss's Unwanted Wife

I was gasping for air on the cold marble floor of the Syndicate Ball, my lungs seizing in a familiar, lethal rhythm.

My inhaler was just five feet away, but it might as well have been miles.

Dante Moretti, the man who bought my life with his blood eight years ago, looked right at me.

He saw my panic. He saw the weakness he despised.

Then, he turned his back on me to continue waltzing with his mistress.

That betrayal was just the beginning.

When the elevator trapped us days later, the lights flickering and the air growing thin, Dante didn't hesitate.