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 25The Billionaire’s Villainess StepmotherPopular
Up to EP 25The Don’s Hidden Heiress ReturnsPopular
Up to EP 27Bears Don't Dance. She DoesPopular
Up to EP 25My Fox Was in Another Man's Arms—So I Replaced HerPopular
Up to EP 25Cry Harder, Don. I'm Not Coming Back.Popular
Up to EP 24My Dying Days with the Mob BossPopular
Up to EP 25The Mafia King's Son Calls Me MommyPopular
Up to EP 25My Boyfriend Hated My Big Boobs, So I Chose His Best FriendPopular
Up to EP 25I Catfished the Mafia DonPopular
Up to EP 26High-Noon Rebellion: The Bride Who Chose The DonPopular
Up to EP 25I Chose $500,000 Over My Baby and My LovePopular
Up to EP 26He Used Her to Unwind… Until He Couldn’t Win Without HerPopular