Married the Scum to Save the Mafia Don

Synopsis

The day I signed the divorce papers without a penny to my name, everyone in Nortonford waited to make fun of me. My husband, David Grant, cheated on me, and his pregnant mistress, Lily Evans, moved right into my house. Everyone thought I'd be crying and begging for mercy. "Poor thing. Three years of marriage, and she's treated worse than a stray dog," one commented. "Word is, her dad's company went bankrupt. Now she's got no one left," another added. I smiled, slipped off my wedding ring, and dropped it into my champagne glass. David sneered and reached for my hair. "Don't get on your high horse. You couldn't even sell yourself on the streets." But before his hand could touch me, a deafening crash broke out. Three bulletproof Maybachs smashed through the floor-to-ceiling windows and came to a stop right in the middle of the hall. Twenty bodyguards in black filed in, their guns trained on David. Everyone in the room dropped to their knees in fear. The man who walked in was Victor Sterling, the head of the Sterling Consortium, the one who made every soul on Iron Avenue tremble. His cold gaze swept over David. "How dare you touch my prey?" he asked.