Seal the record," I told the doctor. "Damian Lucchese can never know he has an heir."For five years, I was the Godfather's hidden wife. I was the stand-in bride he never claimed, the woman who quietly ran his empire while he locked my ring in a safe.Then came the avalanche. He counted heads on the helicopter, looked right at the house where I was trapped, and turned away to hold my sister. I froze to death, pregnant with his child.Now I'm back on the day I found out I was pregnant.This time, I slipped divorce papers between his documents, and he signed without reading.On the day he married my sister, black envelopes rained down on the chapel like snow, and I flew away.He tore New York apart to find me.But the forgotten Donna was gone.
