Runaway Mistress: The Mafia Boss Begs On His Knees

The heavy steel door of the industrial meat locker slammed shut, sealing me in at four degrees below zero.

Ten minutes ago, I was the woman Dante Moretti promised to burn the world for.

Now, I was the rat accused of poisoning his heir.

Dante didn’t just lock me in. He looked at me with eyes devoid of warmth and said, "Evidence says otherwise."

He chose the lie of his arranged wife, Sofia, over my truth.

For months, I endured the price of loving the Underboss.

I watched him marry Sofia in a grand ceremony to secure a family alliance.