Rising From His Broken Mafia Vows

Mob boss Dante Falcone plucked me off the streets and made me his queen.

I thought I'd married the most loyal man in the underworld, until I caught him with my cousin Lucia.

She was six months pregnant with his child, living in our luxury villa.

After the car accident, I needed a blood transfusion to save our unborn baby.

The blood bank was empty.

Dante had ordered all emergency medical resources redirected to save his mistress.

He signed our child's death warrant with his own hand.

When I woke up to find my stomach horribly flat, my phone rang.

It was Dante, ecstatic because he'd just seen my old pregnancy test results, completely unaware he'd already killed his own heir.

"I'm going to build an empire for our child," he promised.

I didn't say a word.

I hung up, secretly signed the divorce papers, and called my intelligence contact, demanding immediate extraction.

After I disappeared, the untouchable Don finally understood what it meant to lose everything. He burned the world down and swore he'd bring me back.

Chapter 1

Sienna's Perspective

At my wedding, moments before Dante Falcone and I exchanged rings, my cousin Lucia interrupted the ceremony.

"I tattooed your name on my hip and my collarbone," she told my husband-to-be. "You have to end this marriage, Dante. I'm the one who should be marrying you."

She pulled down her neckline, revealing angry, inflamed skin.

The Falcone family crest sat above her collarbone, intertwined with Dante's name.

Suddenly, my chest felt hollow. A sour, nauseous taste rose in my throat, and I had to force myself to swallow.

Dante Falcone wasn't just a man.

He was the most feared person in the country, with absolute control over the docks, politicians, and the underground intelligence network.

My mind drifted back to the night it all began.

At sixteen, when I refused to donate a kidney to Lucia, my mother threw me out into a storm.

That night, Dante emerged from the shadows like a ghost made flesh.

He wrapped me in his cashmere coat, took me to his clinic, and paid for my education.

He became my guardian, my savior, my first love.

Now, across the glittering ballroom, he turned to look at me.

He saw Lucia baring her skin to me, and the muscles around his jaw tightened with fury.

"How dare you!"

Within seconds, his guards grabbed Lucia's arms and dragged her struggling body from the reception hall.

"She's just a crazy woman trying to ruin our day," Dante cursed, his strong arms wrapping around me like a cage as he pressed a fervent kiss to my forehead.

The next morning, Lucia's name vanished from the family payroll, as if she'd never existed.

I needed to believe in the man who'd saved my life, I told myself.

That blind trust carried me through the next two months, until one suffocating afternoon when I walked into Syndicate headquarters to bring Dante lunch.

I stopped outside his heavy door,