Divorcing The Don: Rise Of The Queen

For seven years, I was the dutiful wife of the city's most ruthless Mafia Don, enduring his coldness and his family's constant disdain.

Until a text from his new protégé lit up my phone during a syndicate dinner.

She was moving her exotic pet into my dead child's locked nursery.

When I confronted him, Dante didn't care. He publicly shattered a crystal glass just because my fingers had brushed it, treating my touch like a contagion.

His mother mocked my inferior bloodline in front of the hardened Capos, threatening to destroy my mother's diner if I didn't submit to the protégé.

Even worse, I soon discovered the devastating truth.

This very protégé had tampered with my pregnancy medication three years ago, causing my agonizing miscarriage. And when faced with the undeniable evidence, Dante still chose to protect her over our dead heir.

He thought I was just a powerless, barren civilian who would swallow her grief and bow to his mafia empire forever.

He didn't know I was actually the Boss of the Haven Syndicate—the untouchable shadow board that controlled the lifelines of his entire operation.

I stared at the man who had reduced our child's memory to an inconvenience, and calmly pulled out my phone.

"Initiate the formal severing of my marriage," I ordered my men. "We are burning his whole operation to the ground."