My Dear Don, Reborn from the Ashes, I Don’t Want You
My Mafia husband, Alessio, was sleeping with his stepsister, Sophia.
In the car, the study, the bathroom, even on the dining table, they left evidence of their affair everywhere.
"Sophia, don't worry. Once I solidify my position in the family, I'll give you everything."
"Blair… she's just a tool to secure my position."
In our eight years of marriage, he had whispered the sweetest words in the world to me.
Now, his devotion was worthless.
I didn't cry or cause a scene. Instead, I made a deal on the black market. In two weeks, Blair Greco would disappear from this world for good.