Kneel Before Your Ex-Wife, Ruthless Boss

For seven years, I secretly funneled my family's wealth to build my husband's mafia empire, even paying exorbitant black-market fees to keep his dying mother alive.

But today, Julian threw annulment papers onto the mahogany table.

He wrapped a possessive arm around his mistress, proudly announcing to a room of armed men that she was carrying his heir.

"Sign the papers and walk away, or my men will consign your body to the river," Julian commanded.

He mocked me as a fruitless branch, completely useless to his legacy.