Surrogate for My Mafia Ex
“We were high school sweethearts. We were completely in love, Evan. We dreamed of a life together, long before he was ever dragged into the mafia.”
“Oh, my god,” Evan breathes out, a hand flying to cover his mouth. “The dramatic irony is literally killing me. So… do you still love him?”
“I don’t know,” I sob quietly, shaking my head. “Sometimes I think he still loves me, but then he turns so cold. His mother hates me. She threatened my family years ago to force me to leave him, and now she’s actively setting him up in an arranged marriage with a mafia princess. It’s a complete, toxic nightmare, and I am so entirely trapped.”