My Mafia Don Swapped My Face with Hers and Sent Me to Prison

I never imagined that the man I spent ten years elevating would be the one to strap me onto an underground operating table. Cold titanium restraints locked my limbs in place as the anesthetic began to snake through my veins. Lying there in the Rizzo family’s private surgical dungeon, I could hear them through the thin partition wall—my fiancé discussing my fate with another woman. "Once the face-swap is done, she’ll be the one doing the time with your face." Enzo Rizzo—the man who once had nothing, the man I’d propped up to the head of the Mafia table with my shipping routes and offshore capital—spoke in a tone as calm as if he were handling a routine business deal. "She’s loved me for ten years. It’s not much to ask for her to make one more sacrifice for us." And that woman, carrying his child, was waiting to take my face, my identity, my empire, and my freedom. I thought I knew what pain was. It wasn't until I walked out of an offshore prison five years later that I realized they’d lied to me about so much more. My son had died in that car crash years ago, and Enzo had known the truth from the very start. He didn’t send me to prison to protect the family; he did it to protect he…

Oleh Kate