I Married The Villain To Destroy You

From the back cover

I stared at the two faint pink lines on the stick, the miracle I had bled for over three years.

I was finally pregnant.

Then, my phone buzzed with a video message from an unknown number.

It was my husband, Marco.

He wasn't at a business meeting. He was at a club, his hand up the skirt of a woman named Sienna.

"She is barren. She is useless," Marco laughed on the screen, promising his mistress the world if she gave him a son.

He was stealing millions from my company to fund her life, while I played the perfect, submissive wife.

But the betrayal didn't stop at infidelity.

At the family gala, his grandmother publicly humiliated me by pinning the family heirloom on Sienna's fake baby bump, crowning her the new matriarch.

When I confronted them at the race track, Sienna pushed me down a flight of concrete stairs.

As I lay on the asphalt, bleeding and losing the very child Marco had desperately prayed for, he didn't help me.

He spat on me.

"You crazy bitch," he snarled, checking on his mistress while his real son died inside me.

He didn't know he had just killed his own heir.

And he didn't know that the man stepping out of the shadows to pick me up wasn't a paramedic.

It was Dante Moretti, the most dangerous Capo in New York and Marco's sworn enemy.

I looked at Marco one last time.

"Our marriage is dead."

I took the enemy's hand. Marco wanted a war? I was about to burn his entire world to the ground.