Regret Is Useless: The Mafia Queen Rises

I was a Mafia Princess, and he was the gutter rat I tried to make a King.

On our wedding day, with five hundred guests watching, Luca Moretti didn't say his vows.

Instead, after receiving a photo of a secret child, he looked at me with panic and backed away from the altar.

"I can't do this," he announced to the silent church. "She's here. She'll ruin the kid."

He chose a waitress and their illegitimate daughter over me.

He walked out, leaving me humiliated in a dress that cost more than most people's lives.

Forty-eight hours later, he married her.