You Want a Mistress I’m Already a Queen
Two years into my marriage with Don Dante, my ex came back. Julian, the man who shattered my heart five years ago.
He announced he was getting engaged. And he wanted me as his mistress.
"I know I hurt you," he said. "My family looks down on mob ties. It was never going to work. But now? I'm marrying Tiffany. I'm taking over the family empire. I can finally afford to keep you."
I just sneered at him.
"Did it ever occur to you that I might be married?"
He scoffed.
"What decent family would have you? The daughter of a mob underboss? Don't be ridiculous."
His arrogance made me sick.
When I refused, he slapped a black card on the table. Told me to buy whatever I wanted.
He said he'd pick me up next week. That we could spend every weekend tangled up in his bed.
I spat on the floor at his feet. "Get him out," I told my guard. "And take his trash with him."
He didn't get it. Not then. But he would. The moment he found out who I married.
I didn't just marry anyone. I married the king of the Chicago underworld.
A man he could never touch.
And when he finally figured it out, he lost his goddamn mind.