The Sons I Raised Tried to Replace My Daughter

From the back cover

The year my daughter was born, I buried my identity as the queen of the Italian Mafia, stepped into the legitimate business world, and gave Emily the safe, ordinary childhood I had never been able to have.

Along the way, I took in four boys who had nowhere else to go.

I raised Jack, Alex, Daniel, and Ryan as my own sons.

I gave them my home, my name, my connections, and eventually enough authority to become the four most powerful men inside Carter Group.

Senior executives praised them constantly, calling them the future of the company.

Even I thought their growing confidence was a good thing.

After all, I had planned to give them far more than Carter Group someday.

Then my daughter called me from a locked school bathroom.

The four sons I had raised were standing outside, defending another girl while Emily cried for help.

They told me Emily was spoiled.

That she had grown too used to getting everything simply because she was my daughter.

That sometimes, she needed to learn that not everything bearing the Carter name automatically belonged to her.

At first, I thought they were only trying to teach their sister a lesson.

Then I realized they had started making those decisions everywhere.

Who deserved the house.

Who deserved the opportunities.

Who controlled the company.

Even the security guards wearing my family name told me they took orders from my sons now.

That was when I understood.

They thought they had finally outgrown the woman who raised them.

I smiled.

Because Carter Group was only the life I had built after I gave up my real throne.