My Mafia Husband Regrets Treating Me Horribly
Instead, it held indifference and an awe-inspiring quality that only someone who went through a life-and-death situation could have.
Standing beside me was a tall, regal man.
He was Lorenzo Costaroza, the current don of the oldest mafia family in the Central Ocean region.
He had liked me for a long time, and he was a good man.
He had helped me with my plane crash and subsequent disappearance. He also helped me get the videos to show Alice’s true colors. Otherwise, things would not have gone on so smoothly.
At that moment, he held my waist gently and whispered something in my ear. I smiled brilliantly and confidently.