Kicked Out of the Family, I Rose As the True Mafia Princess
I was the daughter of a mafia Don. The day I met Ethan, he fell for me at first sight.
When I found a receipt from a luxury boutique in his pocket, he said, "It's a gift for another capo's wife. These things have to be done right."
I believed him.
The second time, I found an earring in his car that wasn't mine. His friend told me it belonged to his girlfriend and that I shouldn't read too much into it.
Then came a third time, and a fourth. Every time I found something, someone had an explanation ready.
By the tenth time, I pulled a box of condoms from under the bed and waved it at him.
"Whose are these? We've never used this brand."
Ethan paused halfway through knotting his tie. With a weary