The Cursed Mafia King's Obsession

My sister died in her husband's house, and my family called it a suicide before her body was even cold.

I never believed it. Elena wasn't the kind of woman who gave up ... she was the kind who dug until she found what she wasn't supposed to find. The last time I saw her alive, she grabbed my wrist hard enough to bruise and made me promise never to marry Lucian. I didn't understand why. I just knew she was afraid, and Elena was never afraid of anything.

Then my father told me I was marrying Lucian anyway.

For the family. For peace. For the empire he's spent thirty years building out of other people's blood.

I ran the night before the wedding, and I didn't get far before I crashed straight into a stranger's chest on a street I didn't recognize. I didn't know his name. I didn't know that the moment his arms closed around me, something in him that had been dead for eleven years opened its eyes.

I know now. Dante Moretti doesn't just run this city ... he's the reason half of it is afraid to sleep at night. And underneath the tailored suits and the empire, he's something else entirely. Something that looked at me like it had been waiting.

He took me in and asked nothing. I gave him a fake name and told myself it was safer that way. Neither of us said who we really were, and somewhere in all that lying, I fell for him anyway.

Then I found the file that told me the truth: the man I'd let myself love was building an army to kill my father.

I left without telling him I was pregnant.

I thought I was protecting everyone. I didn't count on a war finding its way to my father's front door ... or on Dante walking through the smoke and seeing me standing there, alive, pregnant, and unmistakably his.

He hesitated. One second. That's all a man like him gets.

The bullet found him anyway.

And that's the moment my father finally learned exactly whose child I was carrying.