The Genius Heiress They Tried To Break

I stood outside the Genovese estate in the freezing rain for two hours, waiting for the man I loved to let me in.

I was Elena Russo, the brilliant forensic accountant who had just laundered forty million dollars for the family. I was the adopted daughter, the fixer, and the fiancée of the Underboss, Luca.

But the moment Sofia, the "real" daughter, returned, I became nothing but a placeholder.

Luca looked me in the eye, swirling his scotch, and delivered the blow.

"I need you to hand your work over to Sofia. She needs the prestige to be accepted by the Commission."

He demanded I give up my life’s work—a complex laundering algorithm—so his new favorite could take the credit.

When I refused, the humiliation began.

Sofia faked a fall into the pool, and my adoptive father kicked me into the deep end to "teach me a lesson."

I nearly drowned.

Luca didn't save me. He handed me a diving mask and told me to find Sofia's lost ring at the bottom of the freezing pool before I was allowed to warm up.

They stole my code. They ruined my reputation at the university. They slapped me in front of the press.

They thought I was a stray dog with nowhere to go.

They were wrong.

Lying in the hospital bed, I dialed a number I had memorized years ago.

"This is Asset 724," I whispered. "I'm ready to come home."

The next day, the Russo empire began to crumble.

And when a convoy of black SUVs arrived to collect me, Luca finally realized his mistake.

My real father wasn't a nobody.

He was Don Moretti, the King of the West Coast.

And he was here to burn their world to ash.