A mafia billionaire freezes at a painting he thought depicted a dead woman—until three starving triplets reveal a truth that changes everything

ears that looked delicate as porcelain. Dark shadows bruised the skin beneath her eyes. One hand gripped the doorframe because she clearly needed it to stand.

But she was alive.

Dante forgot how to breathe.

Elena’s lips parted.

“No,” she whispered.

“Elena.”

At the sound of his voice, her face changed from shock to terror.

She stumbled backward. “Girls, go continue reading …