Four years of marriage. One signature-his own-that set me free, though he never realized what he was signing.

I was Sophia Moretti, the invisible wife of James Moretti, heir to the city's most powerful mafia family. But when his childhood sweetheart, the dazzling and privileged Vicky, returned, I finally understood: I had always been temporary.

So I played my final move. I slid the papers across his desk-divorce disguised as routine university forms. James signed without a second glance, his fountain pen scratching across the page as carelessly as he'd treated our vows, without noticing he was ending our marriage.

But I walked away with more than my freedom. Beneath my coat, I carried his unborn heir-a secret that could destroy him when he finally realized what he'd lost.

Now, the man who never noticed me is tearing the world apart trying to find me. From his penthouse to the underworld's gutters, he's turning over every stone. But I'm not some trembling prey waiting to be found.

I rebuilt myself beyond his reach-where not even a Moretti can follow.

This time, I won't be begging for his love.

He'll be begging for mine.