On the night before our wedding, my fiancé bedded his mistress seven times. The next day, he stole my custom gown for her and left me freezing in the rain. He thought I was just a powerless nobody—until I pulled the plug on his entire mafia empire. In 24 hours, he lost his money, his power, and his freedom. Now, as I step down the aisle in a gown more magnificent than before, he kneels in the mud begging for mercy. But the man holding my hand isn't him—it's the undisputed King of New York. Who i
