Claiming The Queen: The Mafia Boss's Rise

When the Syndicate Elders issued a blood decree, my Underboss fiancé had seventy-two hours to marry me or lose his territory.

But instead of securing our alliance, Pietro slid my four-carat blood-diamond engagement ring onto the finger of Mia, the nineteen-year-old protégé I had rescued from the gutters.

He let her leak confidential intel that cost our Family over a million dollars, yet he fiercely protected her while blaming me.

He publicly stripped me of my rank as Consigliere, relocating my desk to the entry-level floor.

Then, he demanded I forfeit my controlling shares directly into Mia's name.

"Stop making a scene before you ruin your chances of ever becoming my wife," he warned me patronizingly.

I looked at the man I had dodged bullets with for four years to build this legitimate empire from nothing.

He was so poisoned by power and ego that he truly believed I would accept being his powerless trophy wife while he paraded his mistress around.

He thought I was just a submissive woman who desperately needed him to survive.

Without a second of hesitation, I picked up the pen and signed my power away.

What Pietro didn't know was that I had already secretly transferred my true holdings to the daughter of the city's most feared Don.

I left him holding a worthless piece of paper, packed my bags, and went back to my old territory to build a new fortress.