Don, Why Did You Lock Me in a Coffin for Her?

“Tell me where the fuck Agatha is.”

That was the first thing my fiancé said before he buried me alive.

Apollo Riccio.

The ruthless Don of De Sangue. The billionaire heir of Riccio Group. The man who promised my dying father he'd protect me for the rest of my life.

"I don't know," I cried. "I swear I don't know where she is!"

He didn't believe a single word.

Instead, he locked me inside a coffin crawling with rats and maggots because my half sister had disappeared for the ninth time and blamed me again.

I survived.