A young woman is forced into marriage with a comatose mafia don, only to reveal a hidden identity of her own. As she navigates the dangerous world of the crime family that now controls her fate, the central tension lies in what she is concealing and whether her new husband will ever wake to discover it.
Enough! You are an illiterate farm girl. You expect anyone to believe you worked in a lab? She connected her laptop to the projector. I have photos too. Since Blair wants evidence, let everyone see what she was doing in the countryside. The screen lit up with several suggestive bedroom photos. The images were blurry,
but the woman's profile resembled mine, just enough to be useful. The matriarch's face For a family like the Valentinos, reputation was not decoration. It was armor. She seized my wrist and yanked off the blue diamond bracelet, scraping my skin raw. The Valentino family will stained by a woman like this. Remove her. Jonathan grabbed a silver candlestick. Then
Isla will clean this up for you. Isla should have broken her legs years ago. I slipped out of his his reach and pointed at the screen. Isla, if you are going to doctor photographs, at least cover your birthmark. Her face emptied. The red mark on that woman's neck is yours. Crashed open again. A middle-aged man stormed in with several of his men, his face tight with fury. You got pregnant
and forced me to divorce my wife. Then you had the abortion, blocked my number, and used your own photos to frame someone else. He threw a thick stack of photographs and hospital records across crossed the floor. The originals. Everyone. The guests leaned toward the screen. There it was.