The Waitress Is Actually A Mafia Queen

I spent 365 days scrubbing floors as a waitress to test if my fiancé was a King.

He thought I was just Blake, a poor girl with too many bills.

He didn't know I was the daughter of the Capo dei Capi, the true owner of the East Coast.

But it took only three seconds for him to fail the test.

His mistress, Jaden, marched into the restaurant wearing a dress too tight for a place where deals were made in whispers.

She treated me like a servant, throwing her keys at my chest.

When I refused to bow to her, she slapped a tray of boiling hot tea onto my hand.