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 29: Days of Fire and SaltBella’s POVThe second week on the island blurred into a haze of salt air, golden sunlight, and endless desire.We had no schedule. No deadlines. No one hunting us—at least not yet. The outside world felt distant, almost unreal, like a bad dream we had finally woken from.The villa became our entire universe: the infinity pool that bled into the Caribbean, the private beach where the sand was soft and white as sugar, the wide daybeds under swaying palms, and the massive king bed with its crisp white linens that we ruined again and again.I woke up every morning tangled between them, their bodies warm and heavy, their hands already possessive even in sleep.Nico’s arm was always banded around my waist, palm flat over my belly. Victor’s leg was thrown over both of mine, his face buried in the curve of my neck.Their cocks—thick and half-hard—pressed against me from both sides, a constant reminder that I belonged to them completely.On the tenth morning, I woke to the sound of waves and
Last Updated: 2026-04-26
Chapter: Chapter 28: Golden DaysBella’s POVThe first full day on the island felt like stepping into a dream we had earned with blood and sweat and seven nights of controlled madness.Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling glass walls of the villa, turning the white marble floors into pools of liquid gold. The infinity pool outside shimmered like a mirror to the Caribbean Sea, its edge disappearing into the horizon. Palm fronds rustled in the warm breeze, carrying the scent of salt, coconut, and blooming hibiscus.No guards.No cameras in the private areas.No one watching except the three of us.I woke up between them, exactly where I belonged.Nico was spooned behind me, one heavy arm banded around my waist, his large hand splayed protectively over my lower belly where our child was growing. His cock rested thick and half-hard against the curve of my ass, warm and familiar.Victor faced me, forehead pressed to mine, one leg thrown over both of mine, his hand resting on my hip. His breathing was slow and deep
Last Updated: 2026-04-23
Chapter: Chapter 27: Island SanctuaryBella’s POVThe jet touched down on Grand Cayman just after sunrise, painting the turquoise sea in shades of rose and gold.The air when the cabin door opened was warm, thick with salt and blooming frangipani, a violent contrast to the cold marble and whiskey-scented tension of Naples.No one was waiting for us except a single black SUV with tinted windows and a driver who nodded once at Victor before disappearing.We drove in silence along the coastal road, palms whipping past, the ocean glittering on our left like liquid sapphire.My hand never left my stomach.Nico’s hand covered mine.Victor’s rested on my thigh, thumb tracing slow circles over the thin fabric of the sundress.The villa welcomed us like an old lover—white concrete and glass, infinity pool bleeding into the Caribbean, bougainvillea spilling over every surface.The same private stretch of beach.The same king bed with white linens that still carried the faint scent of our last stay.The moment the front door closed
Last Updated: 2026-04-23
Chapter: Chapter 26: Dawn EscapeBella’s POVDawn broke over Naples like a promise and a threat at the same time.The sky was bleeding rose and gold across the bay when the bedroom door clicked open without a lock turning.No guards.No Antonio.Just silence and the distant crash of waves far below the cliff.We had survived the seventh night.We were free.But freedom felt fragile—like glass held over a flame.I was still lying between them, naked, sticky, marked from head to toe. My body ached in the best and worst ways. Cum had dried on my breasts and thighs. Bruises bloomed purple and red across my hips and ass. My throat was raw from screaming both their names and Antonio’s.Nico stirred first.His arm tightened around my waist, pulling me closer until my back was flush against his chest. His cock, still half-hard even after everything, nestled against the curve of my ass.Victor was on my other side, face buried in my neck, one leg thrown over mine possessively. His hand rested on my stomach—right where our chi
Last Updated: 2026-04-19
Chapter: Chapter 25: Night Seven – The Final BreakingBella’s POVThe seventh and final night arrives like the last breath before drowning.The lock turns at exactly 8:00 p.m.—on the dot, as if even time has grown tired of waiting.The sound is different tonight. Not sharp. Not angry. It’s slow, almost reverent, like the metal itself knows this is the end.When the door opens, Antonio Moretti steps inside and the room seems to hold its breath with him.He looks ruined.His black silk shirt is gone completely—discarded somewhere before he even reached the door. He stands in only tailored black trousers, the silver cross on his bare chest catching the low chandelier light. Old scars map his torso like a roadmap of every war he’s survived. His silver hair is completely disheveled. His eyes are dark, bloodshot, and burning with something that looks dangerously close to madness.In one hand he carries the crystal decanter—nearly empty. In the other, no glass this time. Just the decanter.He doesn’t speak at first.He walks to the foot of the
Last Updated: 2026-04-05
Chapter: Chapter 24: Night Six – The Edge of MadnessBella’s POVThe sixth night feels like the air itself is holding its breath.The lock turns at 8:05 p.m.—earlier than ever.The sound is different tonight: slower, almost reluctant, like even the metal is tired of this game.When the door opens, Antonio Moretti steps inside and the entire room seems to shrink around him.He looks… undone.His black silk shirt is completely open, hanging loose off his shoulders. The silver cross on his chest gleams against tanned skin marked by old scars. His silver hair is messy, as if he’s been dragging his fingers through it for hours. His eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen them—bloodshot, hungry, haunted.In one hand he carries the crystal decanter, half-empty. In the other, two fresh glasses.He doesn’t speak.He walks to the foot of the bed, sets the decanter and glasses on the nightstand with deliberate care, then drags the velvet armchair so close that its front legs almost touch the mattress.He sinks into it heavily, leans back, and spreads
Last Updated: 2026-03-31
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