The Mafia Boss Hunted Down The Woman Who Left Him — Then Three Little Faces Revealed The Family Secret He Never Knew

PART 1

Weston Kade had spent half his life teaching other men not to run from him.

Then, on a cold November afternoon in the park, the only woman he had ever loved saw him across a carpet of fallen leaves, wrapped both hands around the handle of a stroller built for three children, and ran as though the devil himself had found her.

Weston froze beside his fiancée.

For one impossible second, he forgot the armed driver waiting outside, the billion-dollar alliance his engagement would secure, and the criminal empire that feared his name. He forgot everything except Wren Ashcombe’s face.

Four years had changed her. Her dark hair was pulled into a careless ponytail, and exhaustion had carved shadows beneath the warm brown eyes that used to soften whenever she looked at him.

Then one of the toddlers turned around. The little boy had dark curls, a solemn mouth, and gray eyes the exact color of Weston’s.

Not similar. His.

Four years ago, Weston had ended his secret marriage to Wren with cruelty so precise that he had spent every night since wondering whether there was a punishment severe enough for what he had done.

Now Wren was pushing three children away from him with desperate strength.

“Wren!”

Her shoulders jerked, but she did not stop.

Odalys Marchetti tightened her hand around Weston’s arm. “Who is that?”

He barely heard her. He pulled free and ran.

He caught up near the fountain. Wren spun so fast that he barely avoided being struck.

“Don’t touch me.”

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

“You already did.”

Odalys appeared, breathless and furious. She looked at the diamond on her own finger — a Kade family stone.

Wren looked at it too. “Congratulations. You finally found the wife your family wanted.”