Too Late For Redemption: The Runaway Princess

I held a silver lighter to the velvet curtains of my father’s study, threatening to burn down the Foley crime legacy just to marry the man I loved.

My father, the Don, let me go. He told me I was dead to the family.

I thought I was choosing freedom with Ignatz. Instead, I chose a cage.

Three years later, while my family celebrated in their mansion, I was living in a moldy basement.

Ignatz didn’t love me; he beat me. His mother kicked me in the stomach until I lost my baby on the cold concrete floor.