Chapter1 I was the daughter of a mafia boss , but I'd never been one for the blood and bullets . All I wanted was a normal life . Now I was twenty - eight and still single , and my dad had had enough . He gave me an ultimatum : go to the arranged marriage meeting , or stop calling him my father . Fine . On my way to the meeting , I passed a luxury boutique and spotted a handbag I really liked . Just as I was about to pay , a woman suddenly appeared behind me and slammed a black card on the counter . " I'm taking this bag . Wrap it up . " I stayed calm . " Sorry , miss . I saw it first . " She curled her lip . ' Please . Broke bitch like you ? Pathetic .. " A broke bitch like you ? Just get lost . " " I'm Charles Whitmore's executive assistant , " she added proudly . "Here in Riverton , anything I want is mine . Don't get in my way . " Charles Whitmore ? Wasn't that the man I was supposed to meet today ? I pulled out my phone and called his number . " Charles , your secretary is throwing her weight around out here . You good with that ? " My dad had been singing Charles's praises for weeks . This might be the perfect opportunity to test the man's character . If his secretary was this arrogant in public , and he didn't deal with it , it was a red flag . But the voice on the other end of the line was ice - cold . " How I manage my people is none of your business . Stay out of it . " Before I could even respond , he hung up . Figures . Trash always runs in packs . Chapter1 37.66 % No wonder his assistant was so brazen , clearly , she had permission to act this way . Bianca Sterling was practically bursting with laughter . " Trying to social - climb , huh ? Take a look in the mirror , honey . Your clothes are screaming poverty . You really think someone like you is worthy of Mr. Whitmore ? " I liked to keep a low profile . My clothes were plain , my demeanor quiet . But that didn't mean I'd let myself be trampled on . " Judging people by appearance is pathetic . You might want to clean up that filthy mouth of yours before someone else does it for you . " She wasn't worth the energy . I pulled out my card and handed it to the saleswoman . " I'll take the bag . " The woman looked at me , then at Bianca , hesitating . Bianca's laugh turned shrill . " Bitch , are you really trying to flex with that trash card of yours ? " " Who do you think you are ? Or are you new here ? This whole mall belongs to the Whitmore family . If I say no , you're not buying a damn thing . Not even a zipper . " With that , she snatched my card and flung it toward the entrance . " You think flashing plastic impresses me ? Get out of my sight ! " No one had ever dared speak to me like that . A white - hot rage lit up inside me . I grabbed her wrist , dragged her to the store entrance , and hissed , " Pick . Up . My . Card . " The staff gasped . " Oh my God , she's insane ! She actually laid hands on Bianca Sterling ! " " She must not know who she's messing with . Bianca's Mr. Whitmore's right hand . Offending her is like offending Charles himself . " One of them whispered to me , " Miss , it's not worth it . Don't make enemies with Whitmore Enterprises over a bag . Let her go . Apologize while you still can . " Chapter1 37.66 % now , maybe I'll forgive you . " " Otherwise ? I'll make sure your whole family's ruined . " Whitmore Enterprises ?