Banished Bride Returns With A Mafia King
I caught my fiancé, Nico Falcone, in bed with my own cousin, Bianca Rossi. Right before our wedding.
When I confronted him, he just called the whole thing off and ran me out of New York.
I didn’t see him again for five years. Then came the charity gala for the New York Families.
There he was. Nico.
He pulled me aside, saying he felt bad for the state I was in. He offered to make me his mistress.
I told him to go to hell. He got ugly.
The whole room was laughing. Whispering how an outcast like me had no business showing my face in New York.
I clenched my fists, the sound of their mockery ringing in my ears.
Just then, the entire ballroom went dead silent.
Every head bowed in respect.
Don Lucas, the most feared man in New York, was walking slowly toward us.
He stopped right in front of me. With the whole room watching, he dropped to one knee. He took my hand—the one Nico had squeezed red—and kissed it.
His voice was dangerously low.
“Who hurt my future wife?”