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 25Not Your Little Bear AnymorePopular
Up to EP 26She Faked Blindness, I Faked Parkinson’sPopular
Up to EP 25Ghost Me Again, and I’m GonePopular
Up to EP 27His Little Boy Called Me MomPopular
Up to EP 25My Fiancé Bet Away Our Wedding—So I Changed the GroomPopular
Up to EP 28I Used Her Face, But He Fell for MePopular
Up to EP 25The Mistress Forced Me to Kneel, But I Am the Mafia GodmotherPopular
Up to EP 30My Husband Hated My Body, A Biker King Loved Me2Popular
Up to EP 20The Fake Heiress Auctioned Off My Real DaughterPopular
Up to EP 26My Roommates Catfished Three Mafia Brothers With My PhotosPopular
Up to EP 28Stealing My Inheritance At My Father’s FuneralPopular