Vincenzo's Girl: Avenging My Mafia Betrayal

the heir to my husband's sprawlin

ficate, dated a year ago-six mon

him admit he allowed his associates to orchestrate my public downfall, turning my pregnancy i

y child-it was all

ing about the woman th

tion, I made a single call to th

ietly. "I'm read

pte

sia

I learned my life had been a lie: by finding

asectomy c

ht months

ble business dynasty on the East Coast. He was a man carved from shadows and ambition, a king in a city that bent to his

It was a stupid, reckless love, the kind that makes you run from your own n

gar smoke and whiskey. I ran my hand over my swollen belly, a constant, joyful r

had always been off-limits. But the key was

. Procedure: Vasectomy. The date was from a year a

my mind could catch up. I had to see him. I had to hear

that pierced the sky. The guards knew my face. They nodded as I

I reached the heavy double doors,

aughter. It was Dante, an

h amusement. "Walks around like a saint, rub

, inches from

. It was hollowed out, laced with a contemp

all," he said, his tone flat and bored.

ound of ice clinking in a glass. "This whole nine-month masterpi

his voice was different. Softer. Almost devotional.

hotograph he kept by his bed, the one he claimed was just a c

ed with an old bitterness. "And while she was over there, she faced incredible adversity.

ound anyone important, just a placeholder. But Elara... she saw the resemblance. She saw a ghost wearing her face, living the life th

eyes. He had always told me he fell in l

ld me. 'I want you to take this substitute, this girl who has my face, and build her a world of glass just so you can be the one to cast the first

ears. This wasn't just a betrayal. It wa

ed, his voice a low whistl

s supposed bloodline, means less to me than Elara's peace of mind. Every whisper that questions the hei

athed. "So, when

Dante finished for him. "Just as she demanded. T

hing else rose from the ruins of my heart. It was cold. It was

aby, my son, was their victory made flesh

ld not le

hrough my contacts, past the friends I'd made in this fake life, all the way to

shake when the

y. "It's Alessia. I'