My Kidney For His Mistress: Never Again

I woke up from surgery with a jagged scar on my side and a missing kidney.

My fiancé, Dante Moretti, the Capo of the Chicago Outfit, hadn't saved me from an illness. He had harvested me like spare parts to save his mistress, Sofia.

"She pays the tithe," he had told the surgeon coldly while I was paralyzed by anesthesia.

For ten years, I was his loyal shadow. I managed his legitimate empire, took bullets for him, and even aborted our child three years ago because Sofia threw a tantrum about bloodlines.

I thought my absolute loyalty would eventually earn his love.