Rescued And Claimed By The Underworld Boss

For six years, I guarded my fiancé's empty grave through blizzards and thunderstorms, surviving multiple suicide attempts because the guilt of his fatal car crash was eating me alive.

Until an anonymous message led me to a luxury penthouse, where I found him perfectly healthy, his arms wrapped around his former secretary's pregnant belly.

He had faked his own death to escape his mafia blood oath, keep the dirty money, and dump me.

When I confronted him, he violently shoved me into a stone fireplace, leaving me bleeding out on the marble floor.