My Mafia Husband Said He Was Broke
The day I married Santino Connor, he went from the infamous heir of a mafia fortune to a broke nobody.
When he handed me a plastic ring in a shabby basement and asked if I would start from scratch with him, I looked at the man I had loved since I was a girl and nodded without a second thought.
"Santino, as long as it was with you, I would do anything."
For him, I worked more than ten hours a day until my stomach bled from the stress. Our son, from the moment he could walk, trailed me from one odd job to the next.
I thought my love could eventually build us a life in the sun.
Until, at a lavish banquet where I was serving the elite, he showered me with cash from his seat at the head of the table.
"What's that thing crawling on the floor? It's blocking my view!"
"Take the money and get out of my sight!"
When I saw the woman by his side, her face an eerie copy of my own, I finally understood. To him, this was just a game, and I was the only one playing for keeps.
If he was going to go to such lengths to deceive me, then it was time for his game to end.
What he didn't know was that one month later, he would be tearing the world apart to find me.