Too Late For Regret: The Mafia Princess

Three years ago, my biological brother, the ruthless Don of New York, dragged me back to his compound.

But he didn't bring me home to be the Mafia Princess; he brought me back to be a lowly maid for his manipulative adopted sister, Serafina.

On the anniversary of our parents' death, I only wanted to place a single white rose on their grave.

Cassio ordered his heavily armed soldiers to barricade the mausoleum, looking at me with profound irritation.

"If you do not drop to your knees and beg Serafina for permission, I will permanently erase your existence from this bloodline," he threatened.