The Civilian Bride Is The Underworld Boss

On the night I was to consummate my vows with the heir to the Vitiello mafia empire, his childhood sweetheart tipped a pail of hissing cockroaches into my bathwater.

My new husband, Cassius, just stood in the doorway, arranging a wager with his soldiers on the exact minute my mind would splinter.

He coldly announced that our marriage certificate was a forgery, and that a bloodless civilian like me could never sit beside him.

"You are only a pretty distraction, a temporary toy meant to be passed around my loyal men," he sneered.