Too Late, I Married The Mafia King

For six years, I endured my fiancé Silas's calculated cruelty, believing it was the only way to pay for my dying father's black-market lung medication.

Then, I overheard him talking to his secret lover—his late brother's widow.

"Once the old man suffocates, I'll put Aria in a fortified apartment as my personal whore, and you will wear the Capo's ring."

At the syndicate's annual Feast, Silas put his ruthless plan into motion.

He publicly humiliated me, tearing my dress open from collarbone to shoulder in front of hundreds of leering mobsters.