Betrayed Bride, Mafia Queen Rises

From the back cover

The day my husband, Marco, was supposed to be promoted in the Lombardi crime family, I went to file our official union papers. It was the culmination of three years of work, the foundation for the family I so desperately wanted.

That’s when I found out he’d already registered a wife two months prior. It wasn’t me. It was Isabella Moretti, the daughter of our most bitter rivals.

At his celebration party, he introduced me to the entire family as an obsessed analyst from his team. He stood with his arm around Isabella, who clutched her stomach and claimed to be carrying his child. A moment later, she faked a fall and screamed that I'd pushed her, trying to kill her baby.

He moved her into our home, replacing my professional awards—the proof of the work that built his entire career—with their smiling portraits. He didn’t just betray me; he erased me.

That night, after he accused me of poisoning Isabella and trying to induce a miscarriage, I finally understood. He hadn't just left me; he was trying to destroy me.

So I walked away from the life I had built for him and accepted the one job he was terrified I would take. The Don's Consigliere had offered me control of the Chimera project, the most powerful intelligence network in the organization. I was done being the ghost in Marco's machine. Now, I was going to be the monster in his nightmares.