The Mafia Don Chose Her, Now Watch Me Rule

For six years, I played the perfect, compliant Mafia wife to the ruthless Boss of the New York underworld.

Until I discovered he had secretly gifted my fifth-anniversary present—a custom armored car—to Isabella, a Capo's beautiful widow.

He drained our personal escape funds of millions to buy her a heavily fortified luxury safehouse.

He even publicly humiliated me, demanding I lend her the Vitiello family's heirloom diamond necklace so she could play the boss lady in front of his men.

The final blow came when I needed life-threatening surgery to remove an old piece of shrapnel from a bullet meant for him.

The underground doctor needed Dante's verbal authorization and the vault code to proceed.

"Stop being so dramatic, I can't leave Isabella right now, she's having a panic attack," he snapped and hung up the phone.

I had to force the terrified doctor at gunpoint to operate on me.

I flatlined twice on that filthy operating table, bleeding out in agony while the man I loved held another woman's hand.

Lying there, I finally understood that my absolute devotion and silent sacrifices meant absolutely nothing to him.

So, I survived, left my blood-oath ring on his mahogany desk, and walked out of the penthouse forever.

I dialed a secure line to his greatest rivals, the Chicago Outfit.

"I'm breaking my ties to the Vitiello Family, and I have your East Coast port strategies."