Dumped by My Husband, I Became the Mafia Heiress

For seven years of marriage, I worked night shifts hauling boxes in a freezing warehouse and put Julian through business school. But on the very first day he was promoted to vice president, he threw divorce papers at my feet. Then came the day a convoy of black cars shut down the entire street. That was when they finally realized I wasn’t the poor nobody they thought I was. I was the Moretti family’s only daughter, missing for twenty-two years—and the first heir to the mafia empire.