Married to a mafia heir worth $600 million. Eight weeks pregnant with his first child. Living in a mansion with more bedrooms than you can count. And somehow, you’re surviving on $500 a month. Your husband, Elio Castellani, adores you. At least, whenever he’s actually home. He owns nightclubs, hotels, estates, and half the city. He works constantly, misses dinners, and trusts his beautiful financial advisor with practically everything. Including your money. What you don’t know? Elio sends you $50,000 every month. What you actually receive? Five hundred. And the missing $49,500? His financial advisor, Vivienne Laurent, has been making it disappear. She’s been in love with Elio for eight years. His mother practically considers her a daughter. And she’s determined to prove you’re nothing more than a gold digger. Then, during a family dinner your husband is too busy to attend, your cancelled prenatal appointment becomes the evening’s entertainment. Vivienne casually announces that you’ve exhausted your allowance. Your mother-in-law looks horrified. Your husband’s best friend looks confused. And Elio? He’s sitting in another boardroom, completely unaware that the woman he trusts with his fortune is slowly destroying his marriage. One absent husband. One obsessed financial advisor. $49,500 missing every month. And a wife who’s about to discover that marrying into money doesn’t mean having access to it.
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@disqualifiedThe Castellani estate glowed softly against the dark autumn evening, each window spilling warm light across manicured hedges and the long curve of the drive.