Rising From Ash: The Mafia Queen Returns

To my husband, I was just a political bridge, a treaty with a heartbeat.

While I sat alone in our cold estate, hiding the child growing inside me, Dante spent his days comforting his late brother's wife, Vanessa.

He treated her like porcelain and me like furniture.

The breaking point came the night I went into labor.

Dante didn't hold my hand.

He ran out of the clinic to comfort Vanessa over a fake emergency, leaving me and his unborn heir alone in the cold sterile room.

So, I decided to give him exactly what he deserved: a ghost.