The Powerless Donna’s Second Life
I woke up, and I was 28 again.
I had twin heirs, and my husband was Santino, Veridia's most feared Mafia Don.
He sat at the head of the Commission of the Five Families.
His sharp profile was a fixture on the cover of the underworld's most exclusive magazine for several consecutive issues.
Even the oldest Valerian families were lining up to offer him their daughters.
All the women in Altoria envied my good fortune.
But the first thing I did after waking up was pick up the divorce papers, the ink still fresh, and handed them to his childhood sweetheart, Jessy.
"My lawyer will handle the divorce. The properties and assets are yours. Santino is yours. The children are yours, too."
Sitting across from me, Jessy couldn't believe it, her eyes wide with shock.
"Are you crazy, Alessia? Is this some kind of trick?"
"How could the woman who has been Donna for six years give it all up so easily?"
I lowered my gaze, my tone calm. "Since they all prefer you, I figured it was time to step aside."
"Just have Santino sign it and press his signet ring into the wax seal."
"Once the divorce is final, I'll leave Veridia for good."
This time, I would not make the same mistake.
I would never again be a Donna in name only.