Chosen by the Don's Tycoon

I married a mafia tycoon twenty years older than me. Now I'm pregnant with his baby.

I came to Miami to look for my brother and hide from my psycho ex. My gorgeous landlord is Raffaele Moretti, and I should run.

Someone's living in his empty apartments. The FBI demands I testify against him.

To his family, I'm a loose end. A wife can't be forced to testify against her husband.

Nobody asks me to marry him. So I set the terms: my name, my own room, my exit.

I expected a tyrant, but he asks before touching my bruises. He shows me the passage hidden beneath his tower.

When the water traps him, I give him my air. That's when I stop pretending this marriage is fake.

So much for my own room. His arms are home now.

Federal agents drag me away in handcuffs. I'm out on bail, holding two pink lines.

I'm about to lose the only man who's ever loved me and give birth behind bars.