Betrayed Wife: Hiding The Mafia Boss's Son

From the back cover

I woke up wrapped in the arms of a man I believed would burn the world for me. Michael Thorne was the underworld’s golden boy, and I was pregnant with his legacy.

But by sunset, the illusion shattered. During our family brunch, the doors burst open and a woman dragged a four-year-old boy into the room.

The child had Michael’s nose. His chin.

"Tell them who Leo is!" the woman screamed.

Michael froze. He didn't deny it. While I stood there in shock, his mistress lunged at me, clawing at my face. My husband hesitated.

In that split second, I realized I wasn't his wife; I was just an incubator for his empire. He had kept a secret family as an insurance policy.

My father destroyed Michael’s career in an hour, stripping him of his money and status. But I wanted to destroy his soul.

He begged for forgiveness, weeping, claiming he loved our unborn child more than anything.

So I placed a hand on my stomach and looked him dead in the eye.

"There is no baby, Michael," I lied. "Your legacy is dead."

As he fell to his knees, broken, I walked away to build my own empire—with the son he would never know existed.