Kneel, Mafia Boss, Your Wife Is Gone

For five years, I hid my identity as a mafia heiress.

Not because I was ashamed of my family, but because I loved my husband enough to become the woman he wanted.

Then my parents died.

I went to Naples for their funeral, but Ricci Santiago was nowhere to be found. He was too busy taking care of Valerie, his favorite assassin and the woman who had been manipulating him for years.

When I called him, he didn't even apologize.

"She's my comrade, Thalia. Stop acting like a jealous housewife. Valerie needs me right now."

My parents had just died, and he was telling me to stop being jealous.