My Ex-Fiancé Faked His Death, and I Became His Stepmother
Language: en
On the eve of my wedding, my fiancé died in a car crash. Everyone thought I couldn't live without him, but I didn't shed a single tear. Three years later, I ran into him again. "Without me, you've really hit rock bottom? Fine, for old times' sake, I'll give you one day a week to sleep with me." I didn't get angry. I just laughed. Had no one told him I was already married? And my husband is his father—the Mafia Don. **1** A guest complained about not having enough condoms in the room. Worried he'd hassle the housekeeper, I went to handle it myself. I pushed the slightly open door. Julian…