The Don’s Secret Child
He whispered her name nine hundred and ninety-nine times in his sleep.
Never mine.
For five years, I gave everything to Vincent Bonanno—the heir to one of the most powerful mafia dynasties in Europe. I turned his house into a home, remembered every careless detail he let slip, even abandoned my dream of becoming an artist—believing that one day, he would finally choose me.
But whenever Alessia appeared, his loyalty bent toward her. The night boiling fondue scarred my arms, he rushed to shield her from a scratch that barely reddened her skin. In public, his gaze never stayed with me—it drifted to her. I was the wife on paper, but never in truth.
So I walked away. With nothing but a suitcase, divorce papers he signed without noticing, and a secret I never planned to share—three months pregnant.
He discovered too late. The divorce was real. The clinic file was real. And by the time he realized, I had vanished.
Now the man who once ruled cities with cold power is tearing the world apart to find us. He has soldiers, money, and a thousand apologies he never gave when I was still his wife.
But I’m no longer the woman who begged for affection. I’m a mother. An artist. A survivor.
The question isn’t whether Vincent can reach me.
It’s whether, when he does, I’ll ever let him back into the life he destroyed.