The Don Begged Me for Second Chance
“Help me fake my death and arrange a completely new identity.”
“Donna,” the man was clearly shocked. “Why? The Don dotes on you. The whole of Sicily knows—”
“That’s none of your business,” I interrupted him. “I’m leaving in five days.”
Walking out of the black market, the LED screen in the square was still showing footage of my lavish wedding with Don Alexander three years ago, a ceremony that cost over $500 million.
Everyone thought Don Alexander loved me deeply, and I thought so too.
Until this afternoon, on our third wedding anniversary, I returned to Sicily early, hiding in the lounge of my husband—Don Alexander’s—office, wanting to surprise him.
Instead, I saw his secretary hiding under