The Don's Wife Was Never Helpless

“I believed marrying Hudson Yale, the most ruthless mafia Don in Los Angeles, would keep my daughter safe. That illusion shattered when he suspended me from a steel beam and ordered his men to whip me until my back bled. My only crime was that my six-year-old daughter and I wore white dresses, a color exclusively reserved for his precious niece, Hazel. While I was locked in a dark basement, Hazel tortured my little girl, forced her to jump off a concrete roof, and casually showed me the video of her death. When I screamed in agony, Hudson didn't care. He kicked me down a flight of marble stairs just to protect Hazel. Because Hazel was diagnosed with leukemia, he even issued a Don's Command for me to donate my bone marrow to save her. When I secretly poisoned my own marrow rather than save my daughter's murderer, he allowed his doctors to inject me with necrotic toxins every single day. I didn't understand why his blind loyalty to his niece meant my parents and my child had to die. Why was I forced to sacrifice my own life and dignity for the monster who destroyed my entire world? But Hudson made one fatal mistake. He always dismissed my maiden name, Cole, as just a common civilian coincidence. He didn't know I was actually the biological sister of Callan Cole, the terrifying Boss of the New York Cosa Nostra. Wiping the blood from my mouth, I dialed my brother's encrypted number. "Help me kill them all."”