My Mafia Husband Regretted Everything, But I Left

The night before our City Hall wedding, Mafia Don Dante Marchetti froze every account I had to punish me for humiliating his favorite woman.

That same night, my mother suffered a brain hemorrhage.

I called him twenty-six times.

He ignored every call.

Instead, he handed my desperate voice messages to his mistress, who played them for a million followers and called me manipulative.

By morning, my mother was dead.

Dante still expected me to show up, apologize, and become Mrs. Marchetti.

So I did show up.

Just not to marry him.