Sacrificed for the Family
I was raised to believe that love meant endurance.
That if I loved him enough, I could survive anything.
For seven years, I was stationed at the border—alone, bleeding, freezing, nearly dying more times than I can count.
Every transfer request I submitted was denied.
Every time I asked why, I was told the same thing: the family needed me. The alliance came first. Others needed protection more than I did.
What I didn’t know was this—
Every sacrifice I made was approved by the man who claimed to love me.
Adrian Holt, the Don who raised me, protected me, promised I would be his Donna one day…
He was the one signing my name away year after year.
He chose widows. He chose alliances. He chose powe