The Don's Wife Was Never Helpless

I believed marrying Hudson Yale, the most ruthless mafia Don in Los Angeles, would keep my daughter safe.

That illusion shattered when he suspended me from a steel beam and ordered his men to whip me until my back bled.

My only crime was that my six-year-old daughter and I wore white dresses, a color exclusively reserved for his precious niece, Hazel.

While I was locked in a dark basement, Hazel tortured my little girl, forced her to jump off a concrete roof, and casually showed me the video of her death.