The Girl Behind His Throne
The Torres family and the Nostra had been enemies for generations.
When I was ten, I was betrayed by my own blood and left for dead.
Leon Torres was the one who saved me.
So I buried my identity as the daughter of a powerful Cosa Nostra family and stayed by his side, helping him from the shadows.
For years, I used my father's underground network to eliminate every obstacle in Leon's path, helping the overlooked second son of the Torres Don rise step by step until he claimed the throne for himself.
Then he brought home a woman named Anrina.
His childhood sweetheart.
Anrina claimed she was the one who had helped Leon seize power all these years.
And Leon believed her.
From that moment on, every ounce of his protection, trust, and affection belonged to her.
"Look at yourself. Covered in blood like a filthy stray."
"Go clean yourself up. Don't scare my sweetheart."
Leon stripped me of my position as Capo and forced me to become Anrina's servant.
When pizza fresh from the oven burned her mouth, he made me kneel at her feet and cool every bite before feeding her myself.
When a rose thorn pricked her finger, he blamed me for failing to protect her and ordered ten lashes in the punishment room.
I endured it all.
Because years ago, after saving my life, Leon once said:
"You want to repay me?
"Then repay me a hundred times."
I lowered my gaze to the child growing quietly inside me.
"Ninety-nine," I whispered.
"Just one more, little one... then Mommy will take you home."