Chapter 13

Two years later, Isabella Calabresi was a name that made powerful men nervous. I'd taken the Calabresi empire from thirty-one billion to fifty billion in valuation. Sovereign had helped over thirty thousand women. I'd been profiled in Forbes, TIME, and the Financial Times—always photographed alone, always composed, always in black. The tabloids called me "La Regina"—The Queen. The underworld called me something less printable but equally respectful. Valentina was twenty months old—a...