
When I Escaped to Paris, the Godfather Lost His Sanity
1. Everyone thought I was the perfect good girl. But no one knew what happened after dark. Every night, right under the nose of New York's most ruthless mafia don, I was tangled up with his heir. My stepbrother. For five years, we hid it. Five years of stolen touches and desperate, silent promises. Until the night I walked past the private office on the casino's top floor. The door was cracked open. I heard Julian talking to his right-hand man, Carlo. "Boss, you took your stepsister's vir


















