My Mafia Husband's Deadly Secret

For years, I was the perfect, quiet wife to Dante Moretti, the most feared Mafia Don in New York. I mistook his lavish gifts for affection and his cold protection for care.

The ninety-ninth time I asked for a divorce, he laughed. An hour later, his mistress, Isabella, called him.

"Get out," he ordered, leaving me on a dark street corner in the pouring rain so he could rush to her side.

As I watched his armored car vanish, I finally understood the truth. Our marriage was a transaction, a pact made to settle my father's debts.