My Cold Heart: Rejecting The Mafia Boss

From the back cover

My husband, the Outfit’s most feared Consigliere, stood up and buttoned his suit jacket.

He had just convinced a jury that Sofia Moretti was innocent.

But we both knew the truth: Sofia had poisoned my mother over a spilled martini on her Valentino dress.

Instead of comforting me, Dante looked at me with cold, dead eyes.

"If you make a scene," he whispered, gripping my arm until it bruised, "I will bury you in a psychiatric ward so deep even God won't find you."

To protect the Family alliance, he sacrificed his wife.

When I tried to fight back, he drugged me at a gala.

He let a private investigator take photos of me, naked and unconscious, just to have leverage to keep me silent.

He paraded Sofia around our penthouse, letting her wear my dead mother’s shawl while I was banished to the staff quarters.

He thought he had broken me.

He thought I was just a nurse’s daughter he could manage.

But he made a fatal error.

He didn't read the "committal forms" I handed him to sign.

They were divorce papers, transferring his assets to me.

And the night of the yacht party, while he toasted to his victory with my mother's killer, I left my wedding ring on the deck.

I didn't jump to die.

I jumped to be reborn.

And when I resurfaced, I made sure Dante Russo burned for every sin.