Waking Up To The Mafia Don's Betrayal

From the back cover

I woke up from a five-year coma, only to find my death certificate filed away—signed by my own husband.

Dante Vitiello, the Don of New York, looked at me like a miracle, but he was holding the hand of another woman.

Sofia Bianchi was wearing my diamonds, living in my house, and standing beside the man I had built an empire for.

But the true betrayal wasn't the mistress. It was my son.

When I reached out to Leo, my baby, he recoiled in terror and buried his face in Sofia's dress.

"Go away!" he screamed.

"Mama Sofia said you're a monster! You're a ghost!"

Sofia smiled at me, a sharp, victorious blade. She didn't just steal my husband; she rewrote my son's memories to make me the villain.

To protect the family alliance, Dante forced me to stay silent.

When Sofia later rammed my car on the racetrack to finish the job, Dante ran past my bleeding body to comfort her over a broken nail.

When she faked a fatal illness, he dragged me from my recovery bed. He forced me to donate my rare blood to save her.

"Do it for the family, Elena," he said, watching the life drain out of me to fill the veins of the woman who destroyed us.

That night, I didn't just leave. I erased myself.

I left my wedding ring on a cliff's edge and let the world believe Elena Vitiello had finally drowned.

Six months later, Dante sat in the audience of a global tech summit in Zurich, desperate to find his dead wife.

I walked onto the stage in a white suit, looking him dead in the eye.

"My name is Kate Harding," I announced.

And I prepared to burn his world to ash.