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When Damian Russo's ninety-ninth mistress stormed into the casino, I was going through the family's secret accounts. She slammed a pregnancy test and the deed to a villa on the table. "I'm pregnant with Damian's child. The harbor villa is mine. Time for you to step aside," she demanded. I glanced at the papers and then, like it was nothing, pulled out a stack of evidence of her hookups and tossed it over. Her face went pale. She tore up the test and the deed on the spot. "Mrs. Russo, I'll leave Damian right away," she said. Since I married into the Itarvian mafia family, I was either dealing with Damian's mistresses or dealing with traitors. The whole Sandor District mocked me for not being able to control my husband. They had no idea that I didn't care who Damian slept with. I only cared about those who dared touch the family ledgers. Besides, every time I caught a mistress, Damian had to unconditionally grant me one demand. This time, I chose to demand a child.