The Mafia's Forgotten Daughter is Back

I served seven years in a black-site prison for a crime my sister committed. Today, my betrothed—the man who chose her over me—finally came to collect his property.

But he didn't come to save me. He came to collect me like a debt, watching with cold eyes as I was shoved into a filthy shed, a disgrace to be kept out of sight.

Minutes later, his phone rang. It was my sister. Without a word, he left me standing in the dirt to rush to her side.

Abandoned. Again.

Through the thin walls of my new prison, I heard my own mother's voice.