The Don’s Debt of Love

My godfather-fiancé resents me for robbing his white moonlight of the chance to pursue further studies in Milan. After that, I was only entitled to whatever his white moonlight no longer wanted.A scrap of leftover fabric.

That was the only dignity I'd been granted in ten years of marriage into House Costa.he'd parked me in the farthest wing of the estate, like something too useless to keep but too much trouble to throw away.Later, he was shot in an ambush by a rival family. On his deathbed, he gripped my wrist and asked if I regretted all those years with him.