The Mafia Daughter's Inheritance

The morning I found my father’s body, I thought I’d lost everything. I was wrong.
I thought I could trust Alessandro. I thought he was the shield protecting me from the wolves at the door. I was so blinded by his loyalty that I didn't see the truth:
He was the one who sharpened the blade.
He didn't just watch my empire fall. He orchestrated the collapse. He watched me bleed, he watched me beg, and then he zipped me into a body bag and left me for the trash.
But the Vercelli name doesn't die in a landfill.
I’m back from the dead, and I’m not looking for an apology. I’m looking for his throne. He thinks he’s the architect of my destruction? He’s about to find out that a daughter of the empire is the most dangerous thing he ever created.