Three days before my due date, my husband came home and told me he was marrying Bianca Voss.
“Her baby is due any day now,” Luca said. “If I marry her, I get the Don’s seat.”
I stood there carrying his child and asked, “So you want me to spend the rest of my life as your hidden mistress?
He promised me doctors, guards, money, and a guarded house outside Chicago. He said I would still be his wife in private, as long as I never appeared in front of Bianca.
When I refused, he looked at me with pity, as if I was too ordinary to understand the world he truly came from.
He thought I was just Aria, the quiet woman who grew tomatoes by the lake.
He had no idea I was Aria Castellano, the only daughter of the Chairman of the High Mafia Commission.
I looked at him and whispered, “What if I told you Bianca’s family was nothing compared to mine?”
