The Don Delayed Our Wedding Three Times, I Left

Summary

The news came that Raymond had been shot. I was seven months pregnant, but I flew straight across the country to the family's East Coast compound—and got detained the moment I stepped inside.

“Never heard of the Don having a fiancée, and pregnant no less. You've got some nerve running a con on Carraso turf.”

The barrel of a gun pressed cold against my temple. My heart was clawing its way up my throat when I caught sight of a familiar figure across the room.

“Raffina,” I shouted, “tell them I'm your brother-in-law's fiancée.”