Plot Twists Mafia Short Stories & Independence Mind Reading Novels

At the birthday party for my Mafia husband, Galvan, I touched one of his blood-stained cufflinks and suddenly gained the ability to read minds. I read Galvan's thoughts. He was thinking, "Tracy's body is so tempting. Much better than my cold wife." Tracy, his employee, was with her broke boyfriend, Reuben. Her thoughts dripped with contempt, "Reuben is useless. His gifts were cheap. Once I dump him, I’ll be with Galvan." Interestingly, Reuben, the supposedly worthless boyfriend, was actually thinking, "My father's test is almost done. How do I tell Tracy I'm the heir to the largest Mafia family?" Fascinating. Galvan, the man I stood by, appeared wealthy on the outside, but the true heir was treated poorly. I lifted my wine glass and elegantly approached the penniless Reuben.

My husband's eighth lover was pregnant. The Corvino family had waited years for an heir, and at last one was on the way. My mother-in-law, Olivia Corvino, the family's Donna, was overjoyed. My husband, Dante Corvino, put up a hundred million dollars for the baby on the spot. But the woman merely lifted her chin, looking down on us all. "I placed first on this year's written exam for an assistant U.S. attorney position. I'm going to Washington to make a name for myself. I won't let a child hold me back. "And I won't be the mob's broodmare. This baby has to go." Olivia nearly fainted with rage. Dante turned livid and crushed the whiskey glass in his hand. I sat at the far end of the table, barely daring to breathe. Then, out of nowhere, a tiny voice started grumbling in my head. [God set me up! He promised I'd come down and bring this family another 100 years of glory. So why'd he pick this idiot to be my mom?] [I carry all of heaven's luck, and my so-called daddy is destined never to have kids. If he misses out on me, the Corvino family's glory is gone for good!] [She doesn't want me? I'll just find a mom who knows a good thing when she sees it, and I'll still get born!] I jumped at the chance and blurted, "I know a good thing! Come into Mommy's tummy, quick!" Every eye in the room locked onto me. Dante strode over, his face dark. "Cecilia, what are you talking about?" Thinking fast, I grabbed his hand, pressed it to my flat stomach, and gave him a dazzling smile. "Honey, what I mean is... I'm pregnant too."

I was sent back in time to the very day my sister and I had to choose our mafia husbands. This time, though, I discovered I could hear people’s thoughts. In my previous life, my sister married Caspian, a violent brute. She lived every day in fear, trapped in a nightmare she could never escape. I, on the other hand, married Arnold—the gentleman everyone admired, living a life others envied. However, my sister had also been sent back in time, and this time, she made her move first. She chose Arnold, the “perfect husband” she had always coveted. At that moment, her thoughts echoed clearly in my mind. ‘Elysia shall suffer instead. This time, I’ll make sure I choose the good husband first.’ Her malice was unmistakable. My dear sister, did you really think I was happy in my last life? Since you want that life so badly, I’ll hand it to you myself.

At another family dinner, my Don husband Arthur Romano's hot new underboss, Bella Conti, took my seat. I turned to Arthur. "She's sitting in the Donna's seat. Aren't you going to say anything?" Arthur toyed with his custom lighter. "You were late. Don't blame anyone else for taking your seat. There's an empty chair at the end of the table. Sit there if you want. Otherwise, get out!" I was about to answer when Arthur's thoughts came rushing in. Baby, come on, get mad. Say you need me. Say you belong right beside me. Tell the whole family you're the lady of the house. Prove you love me. That's the only way I feel safe. This time, I refused to give him what he wanted. Instead, I looked down and slowly slipped off the wedding ring that symbolized my authority in the family. "If there's no place for me in this house, I guess you don't need me anymore. "Let's get a divorce."

Matteo Cassimo and I are childhood sweethearts. But he gets assassinated on the day before our wedding. I cry my heart out in front of his grave to the point I faint from exhaustion. When I wake up again, I see a few live comments crossing my vision. "Poor Annie… She's still kept in the dark about the truth." "Seriously, Annie believes everything Matteo tells her. Serves her right for getting duped by Matteo's fake death." "Can someone please tell Annie that Matteo fakes his death to get rid of her, because his mistress finds out he's about to get married and decides to secretly leave him? I bet those two are being lovey-dovey with each other right now!" "Forget about it. Annie has nothing but blind trust in Matteo, after all. Maybe when he finally comes back from the 'dead,' she'll marry him happily again." One month later, the news headlines all over the papers are filled with the explosive news of the impending marriage between me and the heir of the Valente family, William Valente. That's when Matteo's subordinate confronts me. "Our Don has just passed away recently, and yet you're already planning to marry someone else?" I merely chuckle icily in return. "So what if I am? I can't just be a widow at such a young age now, can I?"