The Blood on His Hands

I was staring at the black-and-white ultrasound of our baby, waiting to share the joy with the man I had loved for eight years.

But Preston walked into the clinic flashing a brand-new solid gold wedding band.

He told me he had just married a mafia princess to secure his territory.

He demanded I become his secret mistress and keep our unborn child.

If I dared to abort his heir, he would pull his protection and leave my father for dead.

When I refused and tried to leave him, his new wife orchestrated a federal raid on my father's business.