On the day of my divorce, I walked away with nothing but thirty-two dollars. My ex-husband said I was worthless. I thought my life was over. Then Enzo Moretti—New York's most feared mafia godfather—offered me a contract: become his wife, care for his son, and he'd give me everything. I married him, thinking it was just a deal. But when rich housewives humiliated me at school, he donated ten buildings. When an old classmate stole my credit at work, he announced I was his wife. For the first time, I was caught by someone who wouldn't let me fall. And the little boy who hadn't spoken in years called me Mom. From thirty-two dollars to godfather's wife. From discarded to queen. True love doesn't make you bow—it lifts you higher.
