Too Late For Regret: The Don's Queen

My mother was raising her crystal glass to celebrate my long-deferred marriage to Marco when he slammed his hand on the table.

He announced to our powerful Mafia families that he had already claimed another woman.

That woman was Isabella, a fragile, low-level associate. For years, Marco had used me as a forced chaperone, a convenient shield to hide their illicit affair from the Syndicate elders. He had stolen my meticulous ledger work to cover her mistakes, leaving me to endure brutal reprimands from the Underboss.