The Runaway Fiancée: Claimed By The Rival

I watched the man I was contractually bound to marry dive into the freezing water.

But he wasn't swimming toward me.

Only seconds prior, his mistress had shoved me into the ornamental pool.

I struggled to surface, my heavy silk dress dragging me down like a lead weight.

Jax, the ruthless Underboss of Chicago, swam right past me.

He reached for the woman who had pushed me, scooping her up as she faked a leg cramp.

He carried her out, stepping over my hand as I clawed at the slippery edge.

Every Capo and soldier in the underworld watched the heir choose a jersey chaser over his fiancée.