After Leaving the Cheater, the Mafia Princess Found True Love

The man I'd been with for three years, my fiancé, had promised to leave everything behind in the States and move to Europe to join my family.

For our future together, I had quietly arranged a transfer of massive assets in his name.

The night I was finally ready to tell him everything, I came back to our safehouse and heard voices I wasn't supposed to hear.

"Kane, are you seriously giving up your entire place in the mafia for some ordinary girl?"

That was Alicia Holt, the daughter of a small-time mob boss who scraped by at the edges of New York.

Kane let out a cold laugh, his voice dripping with contempt and calculation. "Give it all up? For that useless woman? Alicia, you're underestimating me. I'm only playing along to get her to sign over that Manhattan townhouse and her offshore funds into my name."

He knew exactly how much I'd sacrificed to be with him. He knew I'd even defied my father. And none of it meant a damn thing to him. He just found me clingy, embarrassing, like a dog he couldn't shake.

"That idiot actually thinks she's something. If it weren't for her money, I wouldn't even waste a glance on her." Kane pulled Alicia closer, his voice thick with arrogant contempt. "Once I've drained every last asset, I'm breaking off the engagement. Then it's just you and me, baby."

Alicia giggled and playfully swatted at his chest. "What if she finds out?"

"Finds out? She's just some sheltered rich girl with no backup and no clue." Kane scoffed like he'd just heard the funniest joke in the world. "What's she going to do?"

I stood there and felt my fury turn into something ice-cold and perfectly still.

Kane had no idea. For a few scraps of easy money, he'd just thrown away an entire European crime empire.

Tomorrow was supposed to be the day Kane and I left New York for Europe, the day he was set to join my family and start our life together.

I thought we were each other's one true thing. I was wrong.

Three years together, and it had always been a con. He'd been playing me for my assets from day one, while his heart had never left his childhood sweetheart.

The moment I heard the truth, my chest seized.

When we first met, Kane was the illegitimate son of the Stafford Family, cast out, hunted by enemies, bleeding out in a dark alley with nowhere left to go.

I had just turned eighteen. I couldn't stand there and watch a life drain away in the gutter. So I acted.

I activated a private medical team that operated across borders. I took over an entire underground clinic. I threw everything at keeping him alive: experimental treatments, specialist surgeons, three days and nights of round-the-clock care. And it worked.

When Kane came around, he scanned the room with wary eyes.

I didn't want him to know who I