Leah was a poor girl from the slums, working odd jobs to pay for her tuition. On a snowy Connecticut night, she accidentally walked into the room of Kane Blackwood, the most powerful mafia boss in the city, who had been drugged by his own mother. One night changed everything. Leah was pregnant. With quadruplets. When her greedy foster parents tried to sell her to a dying old man for a bride price, Kane arrived with an armed convoy and took her back to Blackwood Manor. His mother Victoria gave her a fortune in royal jewels. Kane became a guest professor at her school just to protect her. He fired anyone who bullied her. He told her, "In my world, you are the law." When Kane's former fiancée Celine tried to burn off the plum-blossom birthmark on Leah's wrist, the truth exploded. That birthmark belonged to the lost heiress of the Rockwood family—the girl Celine had pushed off a cliff fifteen years ago. Leah was the real daughter. Celine and her sister Chloe were the frauds who had stolen her life. The mother who had searched for fifteen years finally held her real daughter. Kane knelt in the great hall of Blackwood Manor with a diamond ring. Leah said yes. The girl from the slums became the queen of the mafia. Not by blood. By choice. By love.
