Regret Is Useless: The Mafia Queen Rises

From the back cover

I was a Mafia Princess, and he was the gutter rat I tried to make a King.

On our wedding day, with five hundred guests watching, Luca Moretti didn't say his vows.

Instead, after receiving a photo of a secret child, he looked at me with panic and backed away from the altar.

"I can't do this," he announced to the silent church. "She's here. She'll ruin the kid."

He chose a waitress and their illegitimate daughter over me.

He walked out, leaving me humiliated in a dress that cost more than most people's lives.

Forty-eight hours later, he married her.

He gave the waitress my ring, my future, and his name, all to protect a child he had hidden from me.

When I confronted him weeks later, he looked at me with cold eyes and told me he did it for honor.

He destroyed me to save them, convinced I would fade away into the background.

He thought he could break a Vitiello and not pay the price.

Five years later, I returned to Chicago.

The gala went silent as I walked in, wearing blood-red silk.

Luca approached me, eyes full of regret, begging for a second chance, claiming his marriage to the waitress was a mistake.

He thought he could win me back.

Until a little girl ran into the room—my daughter.

And behind her walked my husband.

Not a soldier, but the Reaper himself, Dante Cavallaro.

Luca’s face turned pale as he realized the truth.

He had left me at the altar to play father, but I had married the Devil to become a Queen.