The Jilted Mafia Bride And Her Rise

“As I raised my crystal flute to toast our mafia wedding, my fiancé made an unexpected announcement. Christian publicly declared to a room of hardened killers that he was abandoning our joint promotion and our vows for a low-level smuggler named Lilith. "I am not going to Paris. As a Soldier, I cannot sit back and watch her fail." He claimed she was a helpless orphan who desperately needed his protection. He tore up my official transfer papers and accused me of sabotaging her business out of jealousy. He even gave her my bespoke silk wedding dress and my antique betrothal pearl comb to parade around at a syndicate gala. While I stood completely alone at our Union Ceremony, he was staging intimate photos in her bed to post on the Family's network. I became the ultimate punchline of the underworld, a discarded Queen replaced by a weeping pawn. I couldn't understand how four years of blood oaths and my unwavering loyalty could be ground to dust for a manipulative parasite's cheap theatrics. So, I stopped waiting. I packed my weapons, boarded the private jet to Paris alone, and walked straight into the arms of the lethal Underboss who had been waiting for me all along.”