Signing Away The Mafia Don

For five years, I nursed my crippled mafia boss husband back to health.

But the moment he reclaimed his throne, he brought home his childhood friend, Rosalie.

He gave her the master suite and ordered me to the kitchens to prepare food like a common maid.

Even my eight-year-old stepdaughter, whom I had raised since she was a toddler, started looking at me with absolute disgust.

"I wish you were my real mother, Aunt Rosalie. She dresses like a peasant and doesn't belong in our bloodline."