Breaking The Cage: The Mafia Wife's Revenge

From the back cover

I was smoothing the red silk of my dress over a baby bump only I knew existed, preparing to tell my husband, the ruthless King of Chicago, that he was finally going to be a father.

But before I could share the news, the ballroom fell silent.

A woman walked in wearing a gold dress that was barely legal. It was Serena, the woman from the photos I had received just hours ago. She walked right up to us and handed Michael a silver tie clip.

"You left this in the suite, Michael," she purred in front of the entire city's elite.

When I demanded she leave, she smirked and threw her glass of red wine all over me. The liquid soaked into my dress, looking like a gunshot wound right over my womb.

I waited for Michael to defend me. To throw her out.

Instead, he looked at the crowd, terrified of a scandal.

"Don't make a scene, Liv," he hissed, his eyes cold. "Go upstairs and change. I'll handle this."

He turned his back on me and walked away with his mistress, leaving me dripping in crimson and humiliation.

My mother found me sobbing in the bedroom and slapped me sober.

"Tears are for the weak," she said. "Tonight, Michael Thorne loses everything."

We froze his assets. We destroyed his reputation. But that wasn't enough. I wanted to break his soul.

I looked down at my stomach. I would protect this child, but his father would never know he existed.

"Tell him I lost the baby," I whispered to the butler, my voice trembling with rage.

"Tell him the stress caused a miscarriage. Tell him he killed his heir."

Tonight, the golden cage opens. And Michael Thorne is about to find out that even a canary has claws.