The Discarded Mafia Princess's Ruthless Return

For seventeen years, I was the Falcone family's Mafia Princess.

Then a DNA test declared me a bastard orphan.

My father stripped my title. My sister stole my savings.

They framed me, kicked me through glass, and left me bleeding in the dirt.

When I was handed to a slum thug to be destroyed, my fever hit 104.

I heard Carlo Falcone's voice over the phone: "Let her rot."

I jumped from a fifth-floor window into the freezing night.

I survived.

Now I'm not coming back as their discarded stray.

I'm coming back as the queen of their deadliest enemy.

And the Falcones are about to learn: