Too Late For Regret: The Mafia Princess

From the back cover

Three years ago, my biological brother, the ruthless Don of New York, dragged me back to his compound.

But he didn't bring me home to be the Mafia Princess; he brought me back to be a lowly maid for his manipulative adopted sister, Serafina.

On the anniversary of our parents' death, I only wanted to place a single white rose on their grave.

Cassio ordered his heavily armed soldiers to barricade the mausoleum, looking at me with profound irritation.

"If you do not drop to your knees and beg Serafina for permission, I will permanently erase your existence from this bloodline," he threatened.

To appease Serafina's fake tears, Cassio had locked me in a windowless basement, banned me from family banquets, and forced me to bow to her in front of his Capos.

When I finally refused to submit, he froze my bank accounts, threw me out of his armored SUV onto the highway, and decreed that no one in the city could hire me, trying to starve me into crawling back.

I couldn't understand why he bothered to extract me from my civilian life just to let a fake bloodline torture his real sister.

Standing in the dirt, my heart went completely dead, and any remaining hope for this family shattered.

I stripped off the heavy diamond necklace he gave me and threw it onto the gravel like industrial waste.

Then, I pulled out my hidden burner phone and texted my other brother, Leo, the deadliest rising boss in the underworld.

"Come pick me up," I sent. "I am abandoning this cursed surname forever."