The Godfather’s Love

I spent ten years turning a street-fighting thug into a king, using my Churchill name as the mortar and my own ambitions as the bricks. Charles Nell thinks our seventh anniversary is a celebration of his empire; he doesn't realize it's the funeral for his reign. He traded my loyalty for the cheap heat of a mistress, forgetting that while I might be the wife he betrayed, I’m also the architect who knows exactly which pillar to pull to make his whole world collapse. As the Seattle rain turns to Paris snow, I’m reclaiming my dowry, my dignity, and the dance I thought I’d lost. He can keep his guilt; I’ll take the crown.