Too Late For Regret: The Syndicate's Queen

I was standing at the cathedral altar, ready to sign the sacred mafia marriage pact with Leo, my fiancé of three years.

But right before my pen touched the vellum, the heavy oak doors burst open. A club dancer stumbled in, clutching her stomach.

"I'm carrying the twin heirs of the Falcone Family!"

Leo dropped the pen and abandoned me in front of the entire underworld to coddle his mistress.

Back at our penthouse, he ordered me to wash fruit for her and pack my bags.

When the mistress intentionally threw boiling water and pure alcohol on my skin, Leo held her protectively.