I Married His Enemy and Watched Him Burn

"Two pink lines on a pregnancy test. I was going to surprise my husband, Vince, the Moretti family heir.Instead, the surprise was on me.A pair of black lace panties—not mine—left in his car. The air reeked of cheap perfume and betrayal.I stormed his casino, demanding answers.But I found her in his private suite. Sophia.She smirked, looking me up and down. “You must be the wife. I’ve seen your picture on the nightstand. Vince says you’re a boring little nun. Says he can’t even get hard looking at you.”I snapped. My hand shaking, I hurled a glass of red wine in her face.She shrieked, stumbled back, and crashed into a glass cabinet. Blood bloomed across the carpet.Vince burst in and slapped me so hard I hit the floor."Are you insane?! She's carrying my heir!"My heart shattered. As I fell, a darker pool of blood spread beneath me. Our baby. I was miscarrying.And when forced to choose between his wife and his whore, Vince chose her.He forgot who put him on his throne.I’m not some trophy wife he can discard. I am a DeLuca. A princess of the underworld.So for revenge, I married his worst enemy, Dante Costello.And when we burned his empire to the ground, Vince finally broke.He got on his knees and begged me to come back."