The Billionaire CEO's Revenge Twenty Years Later

The day my mother hemorrhaged in labor with her second child.

My father, a Don whose holdings ran past a hundred million, pulled every doctor off her bed to tend to his mistress's migraine. All because the woman whined, "Her crying is giving me a headache."

That night, my mother and my unborn baby brother both died horribly, and the mistress schemed to have me cast out of the family.

In the twenty years that followed.

On the charity of my mother's closest confidante and my own willingness to work myself half to death, I became who I am now—Don Marchetti, the woman at the head of a…