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Ever since I was a child, I had been a vicious Viper. By twenty-eight, no man in New York was willing to marry me. So my family sold me to a widowed Don. On my wedding day, my husband was in Italy handling business. I stood alone at the altar, surrounded by a hundred strangers—not one of them my family. There was only a table waiting for me. A pen. A piece of paper. And a photograph of the man I was marrying. That night, I was brought to the Moretti Mansion. The moment the doors opened, a little girl—no older than five—ran toward me and clung to my dress. Dark brown hair. Big brown eyes. Clothes far too thin and small for her. Behind her stood a boy around eight. Same dark hair, but sharper features. He looked almost exactly like the boy in the photograph at the altar. His children. But why were the Don’s children dressed like they had nothing? I soon discovered the answer. While their father was away, his sister-in-law had taken control of the mansion. She treated the children like servants, while his mother did whatever she pleased. And both women hated me. What they didn’t know was that I wasn’t some helpless woman their family had bought. Before the wedding, before the mansion, before anyone knew my name… I had already been a mafia boss. An underground one. No army. No bodyguards. No powerful family standing behind me. Just me, my words, and my ability to make people obey. They thought they had brought a weak stepmother into the Moretti family. Instead, they brought home the Viper. And while the Don is away… I’m the only thing standing between his children and the people who want to destroy them.