She Fainted at a Manhattan Gala—Then Woke Up in the Mafia Boss’s Arms as He Whispered, “Ours”
Money. Betrayal. Blood.” The words landed heavily. “Start over.” He did. Eleven years earlier, my father had worked with the Castelli shipping arm. A business collapse, a vanished partner, millions lost. Roman’s uncle dead. Roman’s father convinced the blame led straight to August Harding. “My father disappeared from your world,” I said. “He thought time … Read more