Dumped at My Wedding, I Became the Mafia Baby's Stepmom

Jilted at my wedding for an ugly birthmark, I walked out—and became the nanny of a disabled Mafia Don's picky five-year-old. $100K a month. The contract title? "My Son's Mom." I tamed the boy with pasta, then learned my boss isn't disabled: he's hunting a traitor. My ex crawls back, turns dangerous. The twist? Two years ago, I saved the Don's life—and he loved me, birthmark and all, before I ever knew him.