My Fiancée Sold Me to a Mafia Boss - So I Burned Their Worldto the Ground

I used to be NYU's hockey legend. Now I collect Paralympic trophies with six missing fingers and no legs below the knee. My fiancée Vivienne says she waited for me in a wedding dress outside Rikers. What she won't say: she drugged me, stole my face, and handed me to a Mafia boss named Serena — who carved me up and framed me for her murder. Five years in a cell. One ruined body. And now Vivienne wants to marry me. Fine. She has no idea I've already made a deal with the woman she tried to kill.