Claimed By The Enemy: The Jilted Queen

From the back cover

I was seven months pregnant with the Falcone mafia heir when his mother slid a stack of hush money across the table.

That was how I found out my husband had completely forged our marriage registry.

He was legally married to someone else—Gianna, the orphan girl I had taken a knife for and bled on the asphalt to save five years ago.

To protect his real wife's position, his mother demanded my "bastard" child be erased and shoved me down the grand staircase.

Xander was standing right below us.

He reached out, but when he saw his mother's warning glare, he made a cold, calculated choice and deliberately pulled his hand back.

He just watched me fall.

My body slammed against the hard wooden steps, and I woke up in a sterile hospital bed with a flat stomach. My baby was gone.

My father took a bullet to the heart to save Xander's life when we were kids. I gave up everything for him, yet he degraded me to a hidden mistress while dressing the traitorous girl I saved in five-million-dollar diamonds.

Gianna even barged into my hospital room, rubbing her own swollen belly to mock my dead child.

I didn't scream or cry.

I just calmly pulled out my encrypted phone, retrieved the hidden security footage of Xander letting me fall, and dialed the rival syndicate's Don.

"I possess leverage that will dismantle Xander Falcone's standing. Are you interested?"