The Exiled Queen's Ruthless Mafia Comeback

bullets and managing a hostile smuggling route. I did it all because my fiancé, S

found his mistress living in

ou because Lilith was pregnant and I

e massive money-laundering empire I had built. To permanently erase me, the

eading those lies stopped my fath

th severe internal damage that made me permanent

desert, they were sipping champagne, buying custom wedding gowns, and building their perfect l

hing: I was the archi

g up the lethal secrets they desperately tried t

pte

ena

singular goal-to marry my fiancé, only to step off the private jet and hear

Serena, because Lilith was pregnant an

thes, but the cold that washed over m

his neck that betrayed his performance of calm. He stood beside his armored SUV on the private airstrip, looking exactly as he did five ye

rs. I had spent half a decade managing a hostile smuggling route, dodging cartel bullets, and sleeping with a gu

s all

d been a meticulou

hed. "She was carrying my heir. You have to understand my positio

could fuck your mistress in peace," I rasp

were always too ambitious, too sharp for a traditional mafia wife. I was afraid-afra

for my arm, my stomach churning with an acidic

the airstrip gates. I could hear the heavy engine of his SUV starting, foll

ation. I directed the driver to my luxury penthouse. It was the only thing I

. I pulled the brass key from my pocket and thrust it into the high-security lock,

ge, the heavy oak door clicked

y. She wore a silk robe tha

ft the muscles around her eyes entirely still. She was holding a l

ping with a sympathy so counterfeit it was insult

I planted my feet on the marble

"Silvio moved me in here five years ago. He promised we would get married t

over my weathered boots, the faded fabric o

her mouth tightening into a thin, cruel line. "You look awful. Why

r space. "I came back to recl

hes. I sold your boring books. Oh, and I purposefully stopped watering that stupid greenhouse of th

to the penthouse and pl

a venomous whisper. "You are stripped of your standing. You a

face, and the heavy dea

e elevator doors. The simple arithmetic of it all settled in my chest like a block of

," I promised the cold, polish