My Billionaire Ex Or My Mafia Bestie
Torn between the billionaire who broke her and the mafia prince who’d kill to keep her.
Three years ago, Victor Kane—cold, powerful billionaire—shattered Isabella "Bella" Moretti with one cruel sentence:
“You’re too fragile for my world.”
He walked away, leaving her heartbroken on the marble floors of his Manhattan penthouse.
She rebuilt her life in Brooklyn’s shadows, vowing never to return to his glittering, controlling empire.
But Victor doesn’t let go so easily.
Now he’s back—wealthier, darker, more obsessive.
Private jets, diamond collars, whispered commands in the dark: he wants her again.
And this time, he’ll chain her to him forever.
Then there’s Nico Moretti—her childhood best friend, the dangerously handsome heir to New York’s most feared crime family.
The man who’s held her through every storm, buried her secrets, and never once demanded more.
Until Victor reappears.
Nico’s loyalty ignites into raw possession.
His touches burn hotter. His eyes promise violence to anyone who tries to take her.
He’s done waiting in the shadows.
If she won’t choose him, no one else will have her.
Two alphas.
One rules boardrooms with ice and billions.
The other rules streets with blood and loyalty.
Both are dangerously obsessed.
Both will destroy everything to claim her body and soul.
In a deadly game of jealousy, betrayal, and scorching desire, Bella must decide:
Surrender to the ex who once ruined her?
Or fall into the arms of the best friend who’ll burn the world to own her?
One woman. Two monsters. No safe escape.
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Chapter: Chapter 41 — What the Blood Doesn't SayVictor's medical kit was better stocked than most emergency rooms I'd been in, which told me something about the life he actually lived beneath the tailored suits and boardroom composure. He worked on Nico's shoulder at the kitchen island under harsh white light, hands steady despite the adrenaline still visibly working through both of them, while I held gauze and tried not to think too hard about how easily this could have gone differently."Through and through," Victor said, cleaning the wound with brisk efficiency. "You're lucky. Two inches left and it's your collarbone in pieces.""Feels lucky," Nico muttered, jaw tight, sweat at his hairline. He hadn't let go of my hand since he'd sat down, gripping it hard enough to hurt whenever Victor's fingers found something raw."Hold still." Victor threaded a suture with the casual competence of a man who'd clearly done this before, for himself or for others, more times than he probably wanted to admit. "You're going to want something stro
Last Updated: 2026-07-26
Chapter: Chapter 40 — BreachI hit Nico's door without knocking, and he was already moving before I got the first word out — some instinct honed by years of exactly this kind of night, awake and alert in the time it took me to cross the room."Boat," I managed. "Coming in at the dock. Victor saw—""How many?""I don't know. He didn't say."Nico was already pulling a gun from the nightstand, checking the chamber with a speed that made my stomach turn over. "Stay behind me. Not beside me, not near me — *behind* me. You understand?""Nico—""Bella." He gripped my shoulders, just for a second, eyes hard and clear despite the hour. "I need you to do exactly what I say tonight. Not because I don't trust you. Because I can't fight and worry about where you are at the same time, and right now I need to fight."I nodded. It was the only answer I had.We found Victor in the hallway, already dressed, already armed, the calm efficiency of the boardroom replaced by something colder and more focused. "Six," he said. "Maybe sev
Last Updated: 2026-07-21
Chapter: Chapter 39 — The IslandThe helicopter dropped altitude over water so blue it looked unreal, like something painted rather than lived in, and for a few minutes none of us spoke. I watched the island rise out of the sea below — white stone, dark green, a house built into the cliffside like it had grown there instead of being constructed — and tried to remember the last time I'd felt anything close to safe.I couldn't.Nico sat across from me, still in the suit he'd worn to the boardroom that morning, jaw tight, watching the water like he expected something to surface from it. Victor was beside the pilot, headset on, running through security protocols in a low voice I couldn't fully hear over the rotors. Two men who'd spent three years either avoiding each other or actively wishing the other dead, now speaking in the clipped, efficient shorthand of people who'd decided, however reluctantly, to survive this together.We touched down on a helipad cut into the rock, and the noise fell away all at once, leaving ju
Last Updated: 2026-07-14
Chapter: Chapter 38 — SabotageThe boardroom went silent the moment Victor walked in, thirty minutes late, tie loosened, a muscle working in his jaw. I'd never seen him rattled before. Not once. Not even the night his own security detail found a bullet hole in his car door."Talk," he said to his CFO, dropping into the chair at the head of the table."Someone's shorting us. Hard. Started at four this morning — coordinated sell-off across three shell accounts. Whoever it is knew about the Meridian deal before the press release went out.""That information was in this room," Victor said. "Eleven people.""Ten, now that Bella's here." The CFO didn't look at me when he said it, but the implication hung in the air anyway."She's not on payroll and she's not a suspect," Victor said, voice like a closing door. "Look at Delacroix's people again. He's had a hard-on for taking me apart for two years."I sat at the far end of the table, technically there as "security consultant liaison" — Nico's cover story for why I needed t
Last Updated: 2026-07-12
Chapter: Chapter 37: The Gathering Storm**Bella’s POV**The seventh week on the island felt like the last exhale before the plunge.We knew the peace was temporary. We felt it in the way Victor checked his encrypted satellite phone more frequently, in the way Nico spent longer hours on the roof with binoculars, scanning the horizon for boats that didn’t belong. We tasted it in the urgency of their kisses, the way their hands gripped me a little tighter, the way their bodies moved against mine like they were trying to imprint themselves into my skin before the world came for us again.But we refused to let the fear win.Not yet.This afternoon, the sun was brutal, turning the infinity pool into a sheet of liquid diamonds. I was floating on my back in the shallow end, completely naked, eyes closed against the bright sky. The water lapped gently against my skin, cool and soothing against the heat building inside me.Strong hands slid under my back.Nico lifted me effortlessly from the water, water streaming down my body as he
Last Updated: 2026-06-02
Chapter: Chapter 36: Flames in the Paradise**Bella’s POV**The island had become our entire universe.By the middle of the sixth week, time had lost all meaning. Days were measured in the slide of skin against skin, in the taste of salt on lips, in the way the sun painted our naked bodies as we moved together under the Caribbean sky. My belly had rounded further, a gentle, undeniable curve that both men worshipped with reverent hands and hungry mouths every single day.This particular afternoon felt heavier than most.We were on the large daybed beside the infinity pool, the sun high and merciless above us. The breeze was warm, carrying the scent of coconut oil, sea salt, and the faint musk of sex that clung to all three of us constantly now.I was on my back, completely naked, legs spread wide.Nico was between my thighs, his mouth working me with slow, devastating precision. His tongue dragged long stripes from my entrance to my clit, then circled the sensitive bundle of nerves before sucking it gently into his mouth. Two th
Last Updated: 2026-05-28
Pregnant For My Husband's Enemy
Ten years of devotion. Five years of marriage. One night to destroy it all.
Evelyn Vance thought her husband, Julian, was her soulmate—until she discovered she was nothing more than a bargaining chip. To save his failing empire, Julian commits the ultimate sin: he "gifts" his wife to his most hated rival, the cold and ruthless billionaire Killian Blackwood, for a single night of negotiation.
Julian told her it was just a dinner. He lied.
Killian Blackwood has spent a decade building an empire out of spite, driven by a singular, dark obsession: the woman his enemy stole from him. When Julian hands Evelyn over on a silver platter, Killian doesn't just plan to take his revenge—he plans to claim what was always meant to be his.
One night of calculated passion leaves Evelyn shattered and Julian triumphant. But the victory is short-lived.
The betrayal has a heartbeat.
When Evelyn discovers she’s pregnant with Killian’s child, the power dynamic shifts. Julian is desperate to hide the scandal, willing to go to lethal lengths to keep his "perfect" reputation. But Killian is no longer watching from the shadows. He is coming for his heir, and he’s coming for the woman he never stopped wanting.
As Julian’s regret turns to madness and Killian’s obsession turns to protection, Evelyn must decide: Does she run from the man who sold her, or find sanctuary in the arms of the monster who bought her?
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Chapter: Chapter 13: What Men Do in the DarkThe preemptive strike arrived on Saturday.Not from Julian directly — he was too careful for that, too practiced in the art of distance. It came instead through a woman named Celeste Hartley, whose name I knew the way wives always know the names they are never supposed to know — through the particular quality of a silence that falls in a room when someone nearly says something and then doesn't. I had heard Julian's assistant pause on a phone call once, eighteen months ago. I had seen a name on a restaurant receipt I wasn't supposed to find. Small, accumulating things that I had taken and placed somewhere I did not visit and told myself were not what they were.Celeste Hartley was a features writer for a lifestyle publication — the kind of glossy, expensive magazine that ran profiles of women who were decorative and powerful in equal measure, and which Julian had courted carefully for years because it was the sort of publication that shaped how money perceived itself. She had been seei
Last Updated: 2026-07-26
Chapter: Chapter 12: The Shape of a Woman StandingThe interview was at ten o'clock on Friday morning, and I was awake by five.Not from anxiety, exactly. More from the particular alertness of a body that has processed something enormous and emerged on the other side of it into a new kind of wakefulness — the way soldiers describe the morning after the first battle, when everything is quieter and more vivid than it was before. I lay in the dark of the guest room and looked at the ceiling and listened to the building breathe and thought about Diana's document. About the month before my wedding, when Julian had been holding my hand at an engagement dinner and telling me I was the most important thing that had ever happened to him, and somewhere in the infrastructure of his empire, the paperwork dissolving my father's trusteeship was already being filed.*He planned this before he married you.*I pressed my hand against my stomach. The nausea that had been visiting me in irregular waves since week six had arrived again, low and insistent
Last Updated: 2026-07-21
Chapter: Chapter 11: The Uses of Beautiful ThingsThe interview was scheduled for Friday.Three days away, which Margot said was the correct amount of time — enough to prepare without enough to overthink. She had arranged it in the penthouse's private meeting room, which would keep the visual language of the piece controlled. No hospital backdrop, no borrowed apartment, nothing that could be cropped and reframed to tell a different story. Just Evelyn Vance, a neutral room, and the truth laid out in clean, factual sentences.I spent Wednesday trying to feel ready for it and failing.The problem was not the interview. The problem was the space between the interview and now — the long, quiet hours of a morning in which there was nothing tactical to do, no strategy to review, no document to read, no crisis arriving by text message. Just the penthouse and its expensive silence and the particular quality of inertia that settles over a woman who has been in crisis long enough that stillness begins to feel like a symptom.I ate breakfast alo
Last Updated: 2026-07-14
Chapter: Chapter 10: The Architecture of SilenceThe morning after Julian's surrender tasted like anticlimactic nothing.I had expected to feel something seismic — a tectonic shift, the ground rearranging itself beneath my feet now that the legal machinery had been set in motion and the man who had owned me for five years had walked out of a glass tower without looking back. I had expected grief, or relief, or the particular vertigo of a woman whose entire identity has been surgically removed and left somewhere she could not immediately locate.Instead, I woke at half past six to a sky the colour of old pewter and the distant, indifferent sound of the city going about its Tuesday morning as if nothing had happened at all. As if the entire architecture of my life had not been demolished and rebuilt in the space of a single week.The guest room Killian's staff had prepared was beautiful in the cold, purposeful way of hotels designed for people who were very important and very alone. Everything in it was precisely right — the thread co
Last Updated: 2026-07-12
Chapter: Chapter 9: The Anatomy of a SurrenderThe meeting was set for seven o'clock. By six forty-five, the entire thirty-second floor of Blackwood Tower had been cleared of everyone except Marcus, two lawyers whose names I had already forgotten, and a security operative who stood just inside the elevator bay with the stillness of a man who had hurt people professionally and felt no particular way about it.I was not supposed to be there.Killian had told me, with the same quiet authority he used for all his commands, to rest. He had said the word in the way wealthy men say words they consider final—gently, as one might tell a child the stove was hot. Rest, Evelyn. As if I were a piece of expensive machinery he was placing in storage until he needed it again.I had nodded. I had gone to the guest room. I had looked at the city sprawling forty floors below and felt the blue diamond press cold and heavy against my finger.Then I had put on the soft grey cashmere blazer hanging in the wardrobe, smoothed my hair, and taken the privat
Last Updated: 2026-06-29
Chapter: Chapter 8: The Gilded SolitudeThe echo of the heavy bronze doors sealing behind us lingered in my chest long after we bypassed the courthouse corridors. Killian’s security team had cleared a private path through the building’s secure lower levels, leading us straight back to the subterranean garage. Within minutes, the roar of the media storm was replaced by the low, smooth hum of the SUV’s engine as we tore away from the plaza.I stared down at my left hand. The blue diamond caught the dim artificial lights of the passing tunnels, casting fractured, cold glints across the leather interior. It felt heavy. Too heavy."You're very quiet," Killian observed from the seat beside me. He had already unbuttoned his vest, loosening his silk tie with a practiced, casual elegance that contrasted sharply with the calculated violence of his public display."You blindsided me," I said, my voice barely louder than the hum of the tires. "And you blindsided Julian. You turned a legal battle into a public spectacle.""Julian chose
Last Updated: 2026-06-24
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