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No Roses for the Mafia Wife
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My fiancé is the heir to a mafia empire. For seven years, I believed our love was the one true thing in a world built on lies. Then, on the night of our engagement party, I found him holding another woman — my own half-sister, the daughter of our family’s oldest enemy — whispering words that shattered everything: "I regret everything. Come back to me, and I’ll call off the wedding." I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I made a phone call instead. Three weeks later, on what should have been our wedding day, I erased my identity and vanished from his world. But not before making sure our wedding would be one he — and every family in the underworld — would never forget.
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No Roses for the Mafia Wife Chapter 9
The shove was vicious. I stumbled forward, directly into the path of a speeding Fiat.Brakes screamed.A body collided with mine—hard, familiar—yanking me backward. We crashed into a metal fire hydrant. The impact knocked the air from my lungs.Alexander.He’d taken the full force against his spine. I heard the grunt of pain.Before I could speak, he was moving. He grabbed Isabella by the throat, slamming her against a stone wall."You touch her again," he snarled, "and I’ll bury you in the foundations of a Conti-owned building."Isabella gasped, clawing at his hands. "Alexander—she pushed me first—""Liar." He backhanded her. The crack echoed in the sudden quiet. "dug up your past. Every boy Joanna ever smiled at. Every man who looked her way. You slept with them all. Not because you wanted them. Because you wanted ‘her’ to lose."Isabella’s eyes widened in genuine terror. The game was up."I loved you!" she cried."You loved hurting her." He released her, disgust twisting his feature
No Roses for the Mafia Wife Chapter 8
Alexander began to send gifts.Every day, a courier arrived: blood-red roses, diamond earrings, a vintage Rolex I’d once admired.Every day, I handed them to our housekeeper. "For the staff. Or the trash."My mother watched from the balcony, sipping espresso. "Men. They think jewelry fixes betrayal.""He’s not trying to fix anything," I said. "He’s trying to buy back his comfort."I’d never cared about money. I’d wanted loyalty. Fidelity. A love that didn’t have a price tag."Enough moping," Maria announced. "You’re starting at Moretti Imports tomorrow. Managing director."I’d graduated top of my class at Wharton. Then I’d taken a "soft" job at Rossi Holdings—a pretty face to legitimize their books. I’d made myself small for Alexander.No more."Yes," I said. "I’m ready."The office was a sleek glass tower overlooking Palermo’s harbor. The employees—mostly Sicilians who’d known me as a child—welcomed me with cautious warmth.Within weeks, that caution turned to respect. I renegotiated
No Roses for the Mafia Wife Chapter 7
Alexander Rossi didn’t chase women. Women chased him.Once, I’d spiked a fever so high I hallucinated. I crawled to his study, begging him to take me to the hospital.He glanced up from a weapons shipment manifest, dialed a private doctor, and returned to his numbers.Never touched me. Never asked if I was okay.Now here he was—across an ocean, his empire crumbling—because I’d left."Come home," he said, voice rough."I am home."The words were calm. Final.He flinched. I saw it—the moment he realized what "home" meant without me. Not a place. A person. And that person was gone."Joanna." He stepped closer, the arrogance melting into something raw. "I’m sorry. The wedding, Isabella… I was distracted. But I love you. I never meant to hurt you."He sounded surprised by his own apology. As if the words were foreign on his tongue.I almost laughed. "You don’t love me, Alexander. You married me because a Rossi needs a respectable wife. A Moretti connection strengthened your position. Now it
No Roses for the Mafia Wife Chapter 6
The flight to Palermo took off at noon, just as the first alerts hit the encrypted networks.I slept—deeply, dreamlessly—for the first time in months. I didn’t hear my phone vibrate, then die. I didn’t see the storm breaking three thousand miles away.Back at Harborview Mansion, Alexander Rossi sat on the terrace overlooking the dead garden.He’d been there for five hours. A pyramid of cigarette butts grew in the crystal ashtray—the one I’d bought because it caught the light like ice.No one came to take them away. No one replaced them with the lemon drops I used to press into his palm. "Better for your lungs," I’d say, smiling like it was a joke.It wasn’t.His mother called for the third time. Eleanor Rossi’s voice was wire-thin with fury."Where is she, Alexander? The families are laughing at us. The ‘Contis’ are laughing!""She’s not—""She’s a Moretti. Her mother abandoned her father. That blood is weak. Unstable.""Don’t," he said, the word cracking. "Don’t talk about her like th
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