The Sea Took My Name, Not My Revenge

Three days before the blood union that was meant to bind the Colombo Family to the Falcone throne, I was struck by a speeding car. My spine shattered against the cold asphalt.

Lorenzo Falcone, the man I was supposed to marry, personally made sure the driver disappeared into a prison cell where no one could ever reach him.

But none of that mattered anymore.

Lying in the Family's private clinic, I wished I would never wake up. Anything was better than facing a future where I would never walk again.