Synopsis
On a stormy night, a muddy three-year-old girl knocked on the gates of the Ferraro crime dynasty that ruled the underworld. Don Dominic looked down, stunned. "Kid, where are your parents?" "Are you Dominic Ferraro?" she asked boldly . Almost no one dared call him by his full name. "I am." She dug a crumpled bill from her backpack and held it up. "Then you're my daddy. Mommy said you owe me three years of milk money!" Oops. Looks like the country’s most feared Don just got himself a tiny boss.
You May Also Like
She Faked Blindness, I Faked Parkinson’sUp to EP 26
The Hockey Gods Chubby PrizeUp to EP 25
He Thought It Was Just a Joke — So I Married Someone Else, and Now He Won't Stop CryingUp to EP 25
The Don's Secret WifeUp to EP 25
The Mistress Forced Me to Kneel, But I Am the Mafia GodmotherUp to EP 25
He Hated My Alleged Weight, Now He Begs for MeUp to EP 27
He Chose His Ex, So I Chose MyselfUp to EP 25
The Mafia Boss’s XXL SweetheartUp to EP 25
Blind to His Mate: The Rabbit Shifter's 100-Score RoommateUp to EP 50
My Crush Told Me to Seduce His Rival—So I DidUp to EP 25
Stealing My Inheritance At My Father’s FuneralUp to EP 28
The Merman Mix-UpUp to EP 25