My Daughter Came Back From the Future to Save Me From the Don

"I'm 250 pounds, eight weeks pregnant, and twelve hours away from marrying the heir to the Cavallo crime family. Then my unborn daughter walks into my dream — eighteen years old, stick-thin, dying — and tells me the truth.

The weight? He's been poisoning my meals to break me. The ""late meetings""? He's in our bed with his mistress. And the second I give birth, he locks me in a psych ward and lets our baby die at eighteen.

Not this time.

This time, I switch the bride, burn the empire, and walk out of the fire alone."