Rising From Shadows: True Mafia Bride

From the back cover

I stood at the altar with the most ruthless mafia boss in New York, Salvatore Romano.

But when he lifted my wedding veil, his eyes filled with pure murderous intent.

He realized I was not the woman he loved. My own father stepped forward and publicly declared me a deranged imposter, claiming my half-sister Camilla was the true bride.

I was dragged away, locked in a holding room, and threatened with a bullet to the head.

My father slapped me across the face, ordering me to take a hush-money check and sign away my birthright.

Meanwhile, Camilla gloated in front of me, wearing my dead mother's antique ruby necklace.

She had stolen my identity, my tragic childhood scars, and my position, feeding Salvatore a fabricated fairy tale that he swallowed completely.

For twenty years, I survived the bloody streets of Chicago alone while they pampered a fraud.

It was pathetic how the supposedly terrifying Don was entirely blind to the fact that his beloved fake bride was secretly embezzling millions to fund his worst enemy.

When the truth finally came to light and Salvatore desperately begged me to take the crown as his true wife, I just smiled.

"I have no interest in the Romano billions."

I didn't come here to marry him. I came to burn their entire empire to the ground.