After 7 Years of Going Dutch, I Returned Home as a Mafia Heiress

Summary

The night I lost the promotion I had worked for years to earn, I sent my boyfriend, Arthur, a text message.

[I'm a little tired today, but the hot dog at the corner actually tastes pretty good.]

My screen stayed dark.

Half an hour later, I couldn't stop myself from typing again:

[Are you busy? I just want to hear your voice.]

A reply finally lit up my screen:

[Are you trying to guilt me into sending you money?]

I stared at the text, frozen.

When Arthur had first started his company, his mother had drained every account and disappeared with all the funds, leaving him with billions in…