Married to the world-class pianist William Harris for four years, we had gotten ninety-nine divorce licenses from the courthouse. Every single time, it was because of his adopted sister, Lucy. This time around, it was because I accidentally glanced at a poster of some actor Lucy had brought home. She actually said that since I dared to look at a hot actor's poster today, I would dare to cheat on him tomorrow. So she talked William into divorcing me again. Over the years, stuff like this had happened more times than I could count. William looked at me with those gentle eyes of his. "Lucy's young. Can't you just cut her some slack? Besides, it's just a piece of paper from the courthouse. It doesn't change anything between us. Once she cools down, we'll go get married again. No big deal." Turns out, to William, our marriage was nothing but a joke. Just another way to keep his spoiled little sister happy. I scrolled through my contacts and called a number that had been sitting there in silence for way too long. "Jack, I changed my mind. Can you come pick me up?" What William never knew was that the only reason he'd made it big in the music world was that I happened to be the one and only little sister of a mob boss. But this time? I was done with him. For real.