Shattered Vows: The Mob Wife's Revenge

My husband was the Don of New York, and for ten years, I was his perfect trophy wife. I designed his buildings, kept his secrets, and stood by his side as the envy of the city.

But the moment his mistress marched into my casino with a secret son, my decade of loyalty meant nothing.

The boy demanded my grandmother's bracelet—which was dangling from his wrist. When I reached to take back what was mine, Emilio didn't defend me.

He shoved me.

Hard.

I crashed backward into a wall of shattered glass. While I lay bleeding on the marble floor I had hand-picked, losing our unborn child, he didn't even look at me.

He was on his knees, wrapping his suit jacket around another woman's son to shield him from the debris.

In the hospital, the cruelty only worsened.

"It was an accident, Elana. Leo was scared."

He dismissed the death of our baby as collateral damage. He had given my family heirloom to his bastard child and chose them over me without hesitation.

I realized then that the Omertà—our sacred code of silence—was a lie. He had built a warm, loving shadow family while I was just a useful decoration waiting in a cold mansion.

He wanted to bury me in that life forever. So, I decided to give him a funeral.

I staged my suicide off the cliffs of the estate, letting the freezing ocean swallow Elana Thomas.

Now, everyone thinks the Don's wife is dead.

But in Zurich, a new woman named Elena is very much alive, and she’s coming back to burn his empire to the ground.