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.
Up to EP 25Three years later,I came back with my husband and sonPopular
Up to EP 20I Married My Husband's Mistress's "Father"Popular
Up to EP 26My Fiancé Wanted My Baby, So I Married a DonPopular
Up to EP 25The Billionaire’s Villainess StepmotherPopular
Up to EP 25Dumped for Being Fat, She Flash-Marries an Empire TycoonPopular
Up to EP 25Reborn to Save My Rebel HeiressPopular
Up to EP 25The Star Athlete’s XXXL GirlfriendPopular
Up to EP 34The Talent That My Sister Discarded Made Me Mother Of DrakesPopular
Up to EP 25The Prank That Broke Us ApartPopular
Up to EP 24My Dying Days with the Mob BossPopular
Up to EP 26The Dying Mafia Boss's Miracle Fat WifePopular
Up to EP 26He Used Her to Unwind… Until He Couldn’t Win Without HerPopular