My Billionaire Ex Regrets Throwing Me to the Mafia Don

Back home in Sicily, there’s a rule. If I’m not married by 30, I go back for an arranged marriage.

When I told my boyfriend, Jax, he scoffed.

"What century is your hometown stuck in? The Middle Ages? Arranged marriages? Alessia, I said I'd marry you. Stop trying to force my hand with this pathetic drama."

He casually pulled out a pigeon-blood ruby ring and tossed it to his personal assistant, Bianca.

She caught it, blushing.

"I was going to propose tonight. But since you’re so desperate, I think we both need to cool off."

The ring I’d waited years for. He just threw it to someone else.

My heart froze over.

Jax walked out of my office with a conqueror's smirk.

Bianca pushed the ring toward me.

I didn't even look at it.

"Take it. It’s your size, isn't it?"

The color drained from her face.

I shoved her out the door.

Right before I slammed it shut, I said, "Tell your boss we're done."

He didn't know the "elders" forcing me into this marriage were led by the most ruthless Godfather in Sicily.

And the "blind date" was an arranged union with the Don of the North American Five Families.

Ten years. That's how long I loved him. Now, I was leaving him to go marry the most powerful Don in the Cosa Nostra.

That night, I had just zipped up my suitcase when the penthouse door crashed open.

Jax stood in the foyer, yanking his tie loose.

He glanced at the suitcase. He just looked annoyed, like a boss who hated being interrupted.

"Haven't you made enough of a scene at the office?" He looked down at me. "Couldn't even wait for me to get off work. You had to run home and play runaway bride?"

I stood up and gave him a dead stare.

To him, I was always just "making a scene."

"Didn't Bianca give you my message?" I dropped the nice-girlfriend act.

That set him off.

"Alessia, you're being crazy! Why are you always so hostile to her? You mentored the girl. What are you trying to do, ruin her life?"

Hostile? Ruin her life?

I looked at the man raging in front of me to cover his own guilt. It was pathetic.

He didn't know I was the daughter of Sicily's most ruthless Godfather.

Years ago, I defied my Family. I refused to touch the blood money.

I came to North America with nothing, hid my last name, and swore to build my own empire on Wall Street.

Then I met Jax.

We pulled all-nighters reading financial reports in a shitty apartment, eating discount pizza, fighting the world back-to-back.

I used my Family's killer instinct for business to build him from the ground up. I made him Wall Street's golden boy.

And Bianca?

Just some waitress I bumped into at the café downstairs.

She spilled coffee that day and cried, shaking like a leaf.

Her eyes looked exactly like my cousin's back in