When the rival family stormed our vault, Dante shoved his lover Elena into the only bulletproof vehicle. Leaving me in the crossfire, my husband demanded I buy them three minutes. As his guards forced the doors shut, a ricocheted bullet tore through my five-month pregnant belly. I woke up with a permanently removed uterus and a dead baby, only to learn Dante had issued a kill order framing me as the traitor. Stripped of everything, I clutched the syndicate's secret financial microfilm and dialed FBI Agent Miller to irreversibly bankrupt the Moretti empire. Hunted by assassins and severely wounded, I step into the night with a ballistics report proving a ricochet from Dante's armored door killed his own heir. If the feds refuse my desperate trade, I will never survive to watch his throne crumble.