I Lost My Daughter Once. Never Again.

A mafia don spent ten million dollars to marry me, a street boss. I took the money and became his bride, but I never agreed to tame my temper. High-society rules meant nothing to me—not etiquette, not family reputation, not the elite social circle. I only cared about money, and about my own people. Then I saw his two adorable daughters. The next day, I flipped his dining table. The whole room waited to see me put in my place, but the first thing he said was…