Five years ago, Marcello Valenti, heir to a Chicago Mafia family, chose a family alliance over me.
I walked away, built my acting career, and mourned the baby I was told had died.
Then a five-year-old boy arrived on my film set with a backpack of cash and asked me to be his mom for one day.
Leo was Marcello’s son, and I had no idea he was mine too.
Marcello believed I knew our child was alive.
I believed he was dead.
Someone had stolen five years from us.
But I no longer needed Marcello to
