LOGINMy husband Dante, Don of the Moretti family, was killed in a gang crossfire. I was devastated, because the same day, I’d also found out that my IVF injection had worked. I was pregnant. The Moretti didn’t want me to spiral. So they called in Dante’s twin brother, Ash Moretti, to help around. I felt both guilty and grateful until I overheard them talking in the study. “It was Ash who died. Why would you make us tell Harper it was you?” His father asked. Dante’s voice. “I only married her because you promised me the Don’s seat.” Then Gianna’s voice. “Dante had given her a child. That alone should’ve been enough.” So. It wasn’t my husband who died. It was his brother. And my husband and his sister in law thought this was his clean exit. As he wished, I gave it to him. When the doctor told me the fetus had less than a ten percent chance of survival, I agreed to terminate. And along with reclaiming everything else I had once given the Moretti, I walked away from his life—for good.
View MoreHarper’s POVThree years passed. Business was booming—crazier than ever.Apparently, the scandal between me and the Moretti turned out to be excellent PR. People loved a good downfall story—especially one where the woman walked away victorious.More and more clients reached out, eager to work with me.Some even praised me to my face. “You’re fierce, Miss Quinn.”Well. I’d always been this fierce.As for Dante… I heard he attempted to bribe a guard and sneak out of prison.To help ensure Dante stayed exactly where he belonged, I had him transferred to a single cell with minimal free time.And, for added security, I stationed a few burly prison guards—well-trained and with a very specific taste in men—right outside his door.When Charles heard, he laughed. “You’ve gotten brutal, Harper.”I only smiled. “Everyone knows better than to mess with a Quinn.”…Today was my thirty-fifth birthday. The day my father officially stepped down from Quinn’s Don… and handed everything to me.Seven year
Harper’s POVNot long after I threw Dante out, my father found out everything he’d said.“Was it true? That he didn’t die?” he demanded the moment I picked up the call.“Huh,” I scoffed. “He faked his death so he could run off with his sister-in-law.”“That asshole. I’m going to kill him!” Father roared on the other end. And he could. He absolutely could.But I wasn’t ready to let Dante die that easily.I laughed softly. “Papa, I know you’re more than capable of making him disappear. But honestly? I’d rather watch him become desperate… and ruin his own life with his own hands.”Silence stretched for a few seconds.Then Father sighed. “Harper, you’ve really changed. But that’s good. In our world, you need to be harsh. Otherwise, you’ll be the one getting hurt. Alright—just tell me if you need anything.”After hanging up, I turned to the newest update one of my spies had sent.“Miss Quinn, our intel shows Gianna hooked up with a Hollywood actor shortly after Dante Moretti left. So far, t
Harper’s POVI turned and walked back to my desk, sitting down with unhurried grace. “Am I really that much of a moron to you? You think you can show up, call me baby, and I’ll forget everything?”Panic bled into his eyes. Dante had staged a grand comeback—but overlooked one crucial detail.I had known he wasn’t dead from the start.“Harper, listen—”I raised a hand. “Dante, cut the bullshit. You didn’t die. I heard you the moment you came back, pretending to be Ash and screwing around with Gianna.”He opened his mouth, then closed it. “You… you… How did it?”“Yes, Dante. I knew the entire time.” I smiled, slow and cruel. “Why do you think I pushed for a vote? You didn’t actually buy that nonsense about ‘protecting my husband’s legacy,’ did you?”I used the same tone he’d once used behind my back—when he thought I’d never hear.“What? Deaf now?” I tilted my head. “And about Gianna poisoning me—I knew that too. I suppose even God couldn’t stand the two of you, so He made sure I heard ev
Harper’s POVI took one week to rest. Just one. Then I was back on my feet, neck-deep in operations.Three days in, I’d already met with every major business partner Dante ever had—Southern drug lords, Northern arms families, international players with more history than morals—and I convinced them all to trust me.The new—and only—female Don in U.S. mafia history.Two weeks later, the casino had its grand reopening.In the past, I’d stayed in Dante’s shadow. Even when I knew he was wrong—even when I had a better solution—I kept quiet. But now? I no longer had to hide.Once the casino was running smoothly, it was time for the next phase of my plan.If Dante could use the Quinn money and name to grow the Moretti, then so could I.They think becoming Don fulfilled me? Hardly. That was never my finish line.I intended to absorb the Moretti’s partners and businesses into the Quinn empire. And once everything was transferred, I would walk away.After some time, a few of the Moretti finally






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