Too Late For Regret: The Syndicate's Queen

From the back cover

I was standing at the cathedral altar, ready to sign the sacred mafia marriage pact with Leo, my fiancé of three years.

But right before my pen touched the vellum, the heavy oak doors burst open. A club dancer stumbled in, clutching her stomach.

"I'm carrying the twin heirs of the Falcone Family!"

Leo dropped the pen and abandoned me in front of the entire underworld to coddle his mistress.

Back at our penthouse, he ordered me to wash fruit for her and pack my bags.

When the mistress intentionally threw boiling water and pure alcohol on my skin, Leo held her protectively.

"You stubborn, psychotic bitch! She was only trying to help you!"

He then locked me out on the balcony in a freezing downpour, ultimately leaving me to be cornered by street thugs in a dark underpass.

I had endured his constant coldness and swallowed his endless betrayals for the sake of our families' alliance, only to be discarded like garbage for a cartel corner-girl's fake pregnancy.

My twenty years of absolute loyalty had been nothing but a massive, pathetic joke.

Watching the thugs approach in the dark, I didn't panic or beg for Leo to save me.

Because from the deeper shadows stepped Don Gabriel—the ruthless, terrifying Boss of the ruling Syndicate.

I looked right at the devil himself and accepted his marriage proposal, ready to become his Queen and bury Leo's entire family in rubble.