Too Late For Regret: The Exiled Mafia Princess

But the day he took the throne, his first official decree was my absolute ruin.

He stripped me of my name and threw me barefoot into a brutal winter storm.

The men who used to bow to me ripped my coat from my shoulders. My own aunt rolled up her car window as I dragged my bleeding feet through the slush.

His ambitious new queen smiled down at me as the heavy iron gates slammed shut.

"If she doesn't survive the night, it will save the syndicate a great deal of trouble."

Hunted by my own bloodline, I was forced into hiding, washing dishes in a greasy diner just to survive.