Waking Up To The Mafia Don's Betrayal

I woke up from a five-year coma, only to find my death certificate filed away—signed by my own husband.

Dante Vitiello, the Don of New York, looked at me like a miracle, but he was holding the hand of another woman.

Sofia Bianchi was wearing my diamonds, living in my house, and standing beside the man I had built an empire for.

But the true betrayal wasn't the mistress. It was my son.

When I reached out to Leo, my baby, he recoiled in terror and buried his face in Sofia's dress.

"Go away!" he screamed.

"Mama Sofia said you're a monster! You're a ghost!"