MasukA few days later, at a psychiatric hospital.Vivian lay strapped to a bed in a hospital gown.The miscarriage and her father's downfall had driven her mad.The door opened, and I walked in.Two male orderlies followed me.They were the same two Vivian had brought to my estate.When Vivian saw me, she shrank into the corner of the bed."Why are you here? You monster!"I took out a file and tossed it onto her bed.It was a psychiatric evaluation and a declaration that the patient lacked legal capacity.They were identical to the papers she'd once thrown onto my bed.But this time, the patient named in the report was Vivian Miller."Your father has already pleaded guilty. He put all the blame on you. He said you'd lost your mind and contacted the Mexican cartel on your own."I laid out the facts in a flat voice."He signed the psychiatric evaluation and gave up guardianship of you.""That's impossible. I'm his only daughter!"Vivian screamed and tried to break free of the restraints."Wit
Helena's POV:Juárez drew his gun and aimed it at Vivian.Vivian was so scared she wet herself and collapsed."It really wasn't me."She scrambled backward on her hands and feet.Just then, Arthur rolled in, still clutching the walkie-talkie."Bitch! I betrayed Helena for you, and you wanted a drug lord to kill me!"When Vivian saw Arthur, she didn't look guilty. She looked as if she'd found a lifeline.She sprang up and grabbed the armrest of Arthur's wheelchair."Go to hell!"Vivian shoved Arthur, wheelchair and all, into Juárez's line of fire.Arthur couldn't react in time. The wheelchair hit a bump, and he went flying.Juárez fired three times.Every shot hit Arthur.In the chaos, Vivian turned and ran the other way.As he hit the ground, Arthur grabbed Vivian's ankle out of sheer hatred and yanked hard.Vivian lost her balance and slammed her stomach into an iron crate."My stomach, it hurts..."Vivian clutched her belly as blood ran down her legs.Juárez kicked Arthur aside and r
Third-person POV:An abandoned shipyard at Pier 14.Dozens of Mexican drug traffickers stood guard all around.Juárez, 62, sat on a couch, a knife scar across his face and a cigar clamped between his teeth.The wooden crate was set down in the open space in the middle.Vivian smiled and eagerly handed over the transfer agreement for the shipping company."With this, your ships can come and go through the Port of New York whenever you like."Juárez exhaled a cloud of smoke, took the papers, and skimmed them."Senator Miller sure raised a good daughter. You're a lot more useful than Arthur.""Then there's the rest of my father's payment. And our safety...""What's the rush? Let me check the merchandise first."Juárez stood up and clapped his hands.A calculating look crossed Vivian's face, and she leaned in close to Juárez's ear."Arthur used to be the Corsini family's acting Don. Keeping him around is dangerous. Why not take care of him while you're at it?"Juárez glanced at her, then b
A cheap motel downtown.With the bullet fragments still in his legs, Arthur had spiked a high fever and passed out."Water, give me water..."A glassful of ice water was flung in his face.He jerked and opened his eyes.Vivian stood over him holding some pills."If you don't want to die, wake up!"She pried his mouth open and forced four or five painkillers down his throat.Arthur grabbed her."Take me to a hospital. I still have five hundred thousand dollars in a Swiss bank account...""What's five hundred thousand going to fix?"Vivian shook his hand off."Juárez's men are already in New York! If they don't get Helena and the shipping license, we're both dead!"Arthur blanched. "Then we run to Europe!""Run? You're a cripple. You can't even stand. Where exactly are we supposed to go?"Vivian leaned down and pressed her hands on Arthur's shoulders."Arthur, there's only one way out."We kidnap Helena."Arthur shook his head instinctively."That's impossible. Carl's in charge of the fa
The church fell silent.Smuggling records and tax-exemption approvals lay scattered across the floor. Every page bore my signature and seal.Arthur had believed he controlled everything for ten years. Now he was a laughingstock."So it was you behind it all along..."Arthur stared up at me in the Don's chair, his lips trembling. He couldn't get a full sentence out.Vivian, slumped beside the steps, was the first to snap out of it.She finally understood that Arthur had never been the Don. He'd only ever been a front man."Helena, no, Donna, this has nothing to do with me!"Vivian knelt on the floor and begged me for mercy, pointing at Arthur."He lied to me. He said you were an adopted orphan and the Corsini family was his. If I'd known the truth, I never would've dared to cross you!"Arthur gaped at Vivian."You're the one who suggested selling Helena to Juárez to cover the shortfall in your father's campaign fund!""Shut up! How dare you lie to a senator's family! You've ruined me!"
For the next few days, I didn't fight or cause a scene.I put on the white dress Vivian sent over and curled up on the couch all day.Vivian came to see me once.She wore a winner's smile."Two days without food, and you don't even have the strength to yell, huh?"I ignored her.Every day at the same time, Carl brought me a simple meal.Then he'd do a quick sweep of the room.On the fourth day, there was a smuggling manifest under the plate.That was his answer.Then Arthur showed up in person.When he saw me sitting quietly on the couch, he patted my shoulder."That's more like it. Behave, and you'll live longer."He tossed a transfer agreement at me."Tonight, hand over the ring and sign this in front of the seven elders."Juárez will give you one hundred thousand dollars a month to live on. You'll want for nothing in Mexico."I looked up at him."Fine. I'll bring the ring."Arthur pinched my chin, pleased."Good girl. Don't embarrass the Cole family."He didn't even call it the Cors







