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The venue is still lit. The flowers haven’t wilted yet. You are still in your wedding dress, abandoned at the altar. Again. Your fiancé, the adopted son of one of the oldest and most powerful mafia syndicates in the world, has done it for the third time. Three weddings. Three humiliations. Three occasions on which he decided that leaving you waiting was preferable to making you his wife. This time, you don’t chase him. You don’t call him. You don’t beg for an explanation. Instead, you call his mother. She has known about the complicated history between you and her son for years. She also knows something he has never quite understood: you were never some powerless bride hoping to marry into a powerful family. You built an empire of your own long before her son ever put a ring on your finger. Your syndicates operate under different names, scattered throughout the criminal underworld and connected by a single emblem. Most of the old families mistake them for rivals, independent organizations, or coincidences. None of them realize that a single woman sits at the top of them all. Least of all your fiancé. His mother, however, is no fool. She commands an established syndicate with generations of history behind it, and she has spent enough time around you to recognize the power you keep carefully concealed. Even if she doesn’t know the full extent. Once, she made you a promise. If her son ever left you at the altar again, you were to call her. She would marry you herself. You had laughed at the offer then. Perhaps you shouldn’t have. When she answers, there is no surprise in her voice. No questions about where her son is or why you’re calling. Only the quiet certainty of a woman who has been expecting this moment eventually to arrive. “Tell me, darling,” she says, her voice smooth and unhurried. “Has my son disappointed you for the last time?” She already knows the answer. And somewhere between a broken engagement and a promise made years ago, the balance of power between two mafia empires is about to change.