Wicked Mafia Prince

Viktor You were the love of my life. Beautiful and radiant. Then you betrayed our mafiya family—the only family we ever knew. Grief-stricken, I did the honor killing. Quick and vicious. Your heart no longer beating. Mine ripped to shreds. When I discovered you were innocent, I was destroyed. Now, years later—somehow, impossibly—there you are, alive. The nun who prays and never shows her face. Trapped on the other side of a webcam. How can it be? They think I'm obsessed. Imagining ghosts. But I'll always know you. I'll always know my Tanechka.