Diez años amando a un jefe de la mafia

I loved Dominic for ten years—became his sharpest blade, his most loyal shadow. But for an alliance, he threw me into the flames. Then tried to cut out my heart with his own hands. When he held that black-market heart and thought I was dead, I was a thousand miles away, sharpening my own blade for revenge. Now he’s losing his mind in that empty mansion, begging my ghost for forgiveness. But the Aria who loved him was buried by his own hands. His regret has just begun. And I’m never looking back.