The Mob Heir's Bloodline Lie

Ever since I married the mob prince, I had done terrible things.

I destroyed family heirlooms, tipped off buyers before illegal deals, and now, with our daughter on the verge of death and desperately needing a blood transfusion, I blocked the blood bank and refused a direct donor.

My husband’s eyes flared red with fury. "Our daughter is dying! Are you really throwing a tantrum right now?"

I slapped the divorce papers right across his face.

"Sign this, and I’ll greenlight the surgery."