Rising From Ash: The Mafia Queen Returns

To my husband, I was just a political bridge, a treaty with a heartbeat.

While I sat alone in our cold estate, hiding the child growing inside me, Dante spent his days comforting his late brother's wife, Vanessa.

He treated her like porcelain and me like furniture.

The breaking point came the night I went into labor.

Dante didn't hold my hand.

He ran out of the clinic to comfort Vanessa over a fake emergency, leaving me and his unborn heir alone in the cold sterile room.

So, I decided to give him exactly what he deserved: a ghost.

I staged my death in the storm, leaving behind nothing but signed divorce papers and a tiny, mud-stained onesie.

When Dante returned, he was told I died screaming his name.

He spent months digging through the wreckage of the lighthouse with his bare hands, sobbing into the mud, finally realizing he had sacrificed his diamond for a stone.

He discovered too late that I wasn't just a submissive wife—I was the secret daughter of Don Stefano, the most dangerous man in Europe.

It took him three years to find me again.

He fell to his knees at my feet, covered in grime, begging to meet his son.

"I will fix this," he wept. "I will give you everything."

I looked down at him from the steps of my private jet, flanked by my own army.

"You can't fix what you broke, Dante," I said coldly.

"If you ever come near my son again, I won't send a lawyer. I will send a war."