My Mafia Don Hid His Wife for Another Woman, Then Begged for My Forgiveness

The entire East Coast underworld called her Donna. Private jets, Cartier diamonds, front-row seats at charity galas—she had everything she wanted. Everyone assumed she was Don Dante Castellano's wife. Only I knew the truth— The name on the marriage certificate was mine. Elena Castellano, the legal wife Dante had hidden for three whole years. I crashed his birthday party to demand answers, only to watch my husband put his arm around another woman in front of hundreds of people and proudly declare, "This is my Donna." Someone threw an entire glass of champagne in my face, laughing at me for being a delusional woman trying to scam her way in. I asked for a divorce. He simply slid my mother's nursing home bill across the table. Only then did I understand: in this marriage, I wasn't even a person. I was just a key to my father's offshore accounts. But they had all forgotten one thing— Eight years ago on a rainy night, I saved a bloodied boy who was being hunted. He pressed a silver coin engraved with a falcon into my hand and said he owed me one wish. Now, I was ready to collect.

Oleh MIMIK