Alle Kapitel von A Divorced Billionaire Heiress For The Mafia Don: Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 10

"Gib-Gibson," it came out like a whisper, and I could feel my lips quivering. "I never wanted you to find out like this," he said, but I couldn't ignore the nonchalance interwoven in his tone. "But I'm glad you did." Gibson waved at his secretary, ushering her away. The sounds of her heels clicking on the tiles indicated her retreat. My face fell flat, and my head spun, still trying to make sense of why my husband would do such a cruel thing to me. I gave Gibson my all. My late grandfather kicked against our marriage, stating Gibson was a phoney, but I didn't believe him. The weight of their betrayal locked around my neck like a vice, threatening to cut off my supply of oxygen. "How could you?" Tears stung my lids, turning my sight of the duo foggy. Gina retreated into the bathroom and swiftly shut the door. Gibson reclined on his seat, staring at me with no iota of remorse. Even the shock that was once in his green eyes disappeared, now replaced with a bored look. "It hasn't

"Answer me, Farfalla," Don Massimo let out a low growl from the back of his throat. "Would you rather have a bullet deep in your head or dance to the rhythm of my drum?" Instinctively, my hands flew up in surrender, and my throat knotted."P-please, don't shoot me," I stuttered, and a sheen of sweat broke out on my forehead. "I'll travel to Italy with you."A sly smile tugged the sides of his lips, and he let his hand lie idly beside his body. "Good," he said in a gravelly tone that made my stomach clench. "I'll send Viola to you."With that, he returned the gun to his pocket, giving me a once over. Goosebumps racked the entirety of my arms, and I could feel his eyes, skimming my skin with phantom fingers. He pivoted on the balls of his heels and willed his legs to the door. My gaze never faltered, I watched him like a hawk with my heart in my mouth. He gripped the door knob and glanced over his shoulder with an icy stare directed to me. "And don't even think about running. My me

My heart galloped in my constricting chest, threatening to burst out of it. I froze to a spot, hearing the echo of the gunshot. The sound of Viola falling into the arms of one of the men snapped me back to reality, and I stifled a gulp, blinking away the fog of fear that swirled around me. Viola's eyes snapped shut, and the man held her unconscious body to a spot, causing my panic to set in. "Oh, my goodness. He shot Viola!" I exclaimed in my head, drifting my gaze over to Massimo, watching him toss his gun to one of his men who caught it without breaking a sweat. My heart skipped numerous beats. What had I gotten Viola into? She was dead because of me. Shivers racked through my spine, and my stomach twisted into knots. A phone's muffled ringtone filled the air. Massimo dug his hand into his front pocket and pulled out an iPhone. He glanced at the screen for a second before taking the call and holding the phone against his ear. He listened attentively, pressing his li

My life was slowly turning into a farce. I took off my clothes and made it to the bathroom in order to take a shower. I stood under it, letting the heat seep into my pores as warm balls of water bucketed down my skin, offering me some sort of comfort. I had grown restless earlier from the conversation I had with Massimo. I sucked a deep breath, closing my eyes to brace myself. What was the worse that could happen? I shrugged, consoling myself with the fact that I’d get revenge and freedom after this. I swallowed hard and put on a satin nightwear Viola had picked out for me. It had a deep V-neckline and showed a generous amount of my cleavage. Walking out of my room, my heart lurched in my chest when my eyes fell on Massimo sitting on a chair beside my bed with Viola standing beside him. “Gracious goodness!” I gripped my chest, using my free hand to hold the bathroom door for balance. “What are you doing here?” I asked, shuffling my gaze between him and Viola. Mas

“Here are your bags,” Viola said as she rolled the last box into my room. “Massimo’s men will be here in a minute to take the bags down. Do you need me to add anything else to this?”I examined the boxes, wondering how long we were meant to stay at Italy because why did I have three huge boxes and a traveling bag? When were all these clothes bought?I shook my head, flashing a smile of gratitude at her.“Alright then, you should hurry to make it to the car on time,” Viola said, and I noticed her eyes were void of the flicker of happiness they used to have. I wanted to ask if she was still mad at me but I refrained from asking so as not to come off as persistent.“Are you coming with us to Italy?” I asked, trying to stir a conversation and lighten up the mood.She hummed, nodding in response. Excitement coursed through my veins.“At least, I wouldn’t be alone with Massimo and his family,” I said, but only got a fake smile as a reply. With that, she excused herself and walked out of my