My Don’s Mistress Got My Billions

The Rossi family has a rule. If you want to be the next Donna, you have to prove yourself. Make three hundred million dollars, clean money, in a single year.

All on your own, no family help.

I spent ten years trying to do it for Vincent. I built ten companies from the ground up.

But every single time, just as I was about to cross that finish line, something would go wrong. Everything would just… collapse.

This year, I finally did it.

I ran to his study, audit in hand, my heart hammering against my ribs. I thought I’d finally won. Instead, I learned my entire life was a lie.

He handed my entire empire to Ava—my father's bastard.

All because she supposedly saved his life once, and he wanted to make her the real Donna.

I gave up. On him. On my family's dream of rising with his.

Then I picked up the phone and called the Outfit in Chicago.

"Your marriage proposal," I said. "I accept."

Ten years I worked to marry Vincent. And it was all a lie.

I stood outside Vincent's study, audit in hand, when I heard the words that turned my blood to ice.

"Boss, Isabella’s gallery is about to pass the final audit." That was Marco, Vincent’s right-hand man. "If she actually pulls it off…"

"She won't." Vincent cut him off. His voice was cold as ice. "I've got accounting ready to drop a tax bomb on her. They'll ‘find a problem’ first thing in the morning."

My stomach dropped.

"But boss, this is the ninth time. You don't think she'll get suspicious?"

"So what if she does?" Vincent sneered. "She's obsessed with me. She'd never dare defy me. Besides, I need more time to get Ava ready."

Ava. My father's bastard. Again.

"Boss, are you really going to…"

“Marry Ava? No.” There was a strain in Vincent’s voice. “Isabella fought for me for ten years. I can’t just throw her away.”

“It’s just… Ava is different. She’s innocent, fragile. She has no place in this family without me. She needs my protection. She’s not strong like Isabella. And besides, she saved my life. Without me, Isabella would have thrown her to the wolves a long time ago.”

I leaned against the wall, the world spinning.

Ten years.

All those nights hunched over ledgers until my eyes burned.

All those years I buried my art, my passions, molding myself into the perfect Donna he claimed to want.

All those "accidents," all those failures… he planned every single one.

"What's the status on the assets from Isabella's failed projects?" Vincent continued.

"We funneled the assets to Miss Ava through a few shell companies, just like you ordered. Her books are clean. She's on the board now, a real player."

I almost laughed.

Of course.

The businesses I’d built, even the ones that "failed," their assets were never really lost. They were just funneled to his little girlfriend.

This was Vincent Corleone. The heir