The Mafia Queen's Revenge: Don't Touch My Daughter

To pay off his mistress's debts, my husband embezzled company funds and plotted to erase my daughter and me from our legal identity. He flaunted his billion-dollar tech empire: "Vivian, I make the rules. What do you have to fight me with?" I set down my glass with a cold smile. The core patents he boasted about? Coded by me. The capital keeping him afloat? Leftovers from my family's trust fund. With a single court order, his corporate tower was foreclosed, and his empire vanished overnight. "I pulled you out of the gutter. I can drag you right back down."