He Loved Me in the Morgue

My sister was framed for seducing the Don of a rival family.

As punishment, my husband, Vincent, chained her in a cold storage for three days and nights.

To save her, Vincent demanded a price: my mother's signet ring—the last piece of her I had left—for his mistress.

Blinded by tears, I twisted the signet ring from my finger.

But just as I was about to hand it over...

My son kicked my hand away, his face twisted in disgust. "Who said you could stand?"

"Crawl over here. On your knees. And put it on Aunt Tessa’s hand yourself."

I knelt on the floor and crawled on all fours toward the woman who destroyed my life.

That night, they took a lobe of my lung and gave it to her.

I woke to learn my sister had frozen to death anyway.

Wiping away my tears, I made a call.

"I'll take your deal. But I want ten times what you offered."