Jilted Ex-Wife? The Ruthless Heiress Returns

aiting for Gianna-my gangster husb

, the five-year blood oath I had sworn wit

were flung open, and Enzo dr

, indifferent to the way his brutal grip had torn o

arms, so gently it was almost obsessive-a tend

aster bedroom, made me an unpaid nanny to his ba

I had endured in a marriage in na

was exactly the escape signa

ment, took the hundred million dollars that was

pte

ress screaming in pain inside. I knew that the moment that bastard child was born, the five-

d strode out and, without a word, hauled me over to the bass

newborn: "Raise him as your own." His tone carried the ab

t once, without so much as

one family-a man who could plan a mob assa

aled the bloody crimes he ha

his had always been enough to make

York high society had whispered a

a gilded cage, keeping a sexless marriage while running herself

no idea what

luxurious kitchen, pouring himself a drink and pouri

the liquor in his glass, his tone utterly matter-of-fact. "That child is

l always belong to y

giving devotion he expected. My hear

the heavy crystal whiskey glas

I quietly picked up

y right palm. The estate do

labor, Enzo slapped a stack of family guardianship paper

sed, c

into the delivery room, I sat in the hospital corridor and though

e legitimate shipping empire my late mother had left behind-an empire th

n, my debt would be wiped clean, my mother's shipping routes and patents would come back to my na

pitiful love for my husband. Keeping her pregna

room doors sw

rridor, his heavy wooden cane striking sh

gunmen flanked the old,

ocked Enzo, who was trying to

ctable mother, to preserve the family's face," the Don order

pted inside the

the delivery bed, face ashen

it inside and was still dazed, found the door with her sho

ate growl rose i

led Gianna into his arms, and took

itation, he turned and shoved th

ad just stitched was

arm; blood welled through my fi

baby burst in

and hurriedly took the wa

d against the gaping wound, her hands shaking

en look down

f his suit jacket and wrapped it a

red his head and kissed the top of her hair-all the fi

life and his bloodstained hands as an excus

ain a hollow, sexless thing-he wo

nna, he had no b

d at the far end of the long corridor, leaving me

und pity and urged me to go after

ough my veins quietly hardened into an unbreakable,