Divorced, I Married the Don

The night I signed the divorce papers and walked away with nothing, I roamed the rainy streets alone, carrying just one bag. That's when I saw a flyer taped up: "Stepmom wanted. Age doesn't matter. Just be patient. Room and board included." Room and board—that hooked me. That night, I went to the address and walked right into the mansion of Carlo Vitale, the head of New York's oldest mafia family.