My Fiancé Chose Her Baby, I Chose His Mafia Uncle.

"On my wedding day, my fiancé strolled in carrying another woman's newborn and told me to smile for three hundred guests. His mistress—my own sister—had given him the heir I never could. So I did the only thing that made sense. I turned to the man in the front pew: the Godfather himself. Julian's uncle. Damon Ferrante. And I asked him to marry me instead.

Five years later, MY son is next in line for the empire. Julian's jet just landed at JFK. He wants his baby back. My family wants my heart—literally—for the sister dying in the ICU.

Too bad I'm nobody's spare part anymore."