Left To Drown: The Heiress's Cold Departure

I was the fiancée of the Chicago Outfit’s heir, a bond sealed by blood and eighteen years of history.

But when his mistress pushed me into the freezing pool at our engagement gala, Jax didn’t swim toward me.

He swam past me.

He scooped up the girl who pushed me, cradling her like fragile glass, while I struggled against the weight of my gown in the murky water.

When I finally dragged myself out, shivering and humiliated before the entire underworld, Jax didn’t offer a hand. He offered a scowl.

"You’re making a scene, Eliana. Go home."