Tragic Love Mafia Short Stories & Mistress Cheating Novels

After being reborn, I no longer stop the Don of the De Luca famiglia, Enzo De Luca, from bringing his pregnant first love, Mia Conti, home to take care of her. I personally annul our engagement, allow them to be alone together, and quietly withdraw from this love triangle. Everyone calls me weak and spineless for stepping down without a fight. Yet, in my previous life, I use my position as Enzo's fiancée to force Mia to leave. On her way home, she miscarries in a car accident and can never conceive again. From then on, Enzo hates me with every fiber of his being. Even after we tie the knot, he neglects me and even takes our child from me and entrusts the child to Mia. However, right before I die from depression, he clutches my hand in a vice grip. His eyes are brimming with tears as he threatens me. "Don't you dare die on me, Ilaria! If you do, I'll be with Mia. Don't you hate it when I get close to her?" I force a smile and slowly close my eyes, putting an end to the suffering we've endured in this lifetime. Now that I've been given a second chance at life, I don't want anything to do with him anymore, so I choose to give him to Mia. Yet, for some reason, when he learns that I'm getting married, he storms into my wedding like a madman and drops to his knees, begging me to take him back.

My best friend, Maya, flew in from Miami for my bachelorette week. My last days of freedom. She insisted on a girls' night in to celebrate, ordering all my favorite takeout. She asked me to hold her mobile phone and wait.Then her phone lit up. A message from some guy. A shirtless pic. Text: I need you tonight. Another photo buzzed through. Sex toys. Bondage gear straight out of a movie. My face burned. My heart hammered against my ribs. I’d just stumbled into her secret life. But the next image made my blood run cold. A close-up of the man's chest. A jagged scar I knew better than my own reflection. It belonged to my fiancé, Luciano Carbone.

I've been married to Sylvia Fuller, a mafia donna, for ten years. I'm there with her in every life-and-death situation. My hands, which are meant for playing the piano, have developed calluses from using guns. They are also stained with blood from the enemies. But when Sylvia turns 28, she falls head over heels in love with Wilson Hink, the young man she's brought back from the slums. Sylvia has hidden him very well… right until the moment I bump into him accompanying her to a prenatal check-up. Mad with jealousy, I demand Sylvia for answers, but she just passes me a divorce agreement in a lackadaisical manner. "Wilson is a man of religion. He can't sire a child without getting married, so I have to give him a legitimate status. Sign this agreement, and I'll give you 40% of my shares." I refuse to give my position away, so Sylvia keeps forcing my hand. In the end, she even kidnaps my younger brother, who's paralyzed from waist down, and drags him to the spot beneath a hydraulic press. "Sebastian Chance, either you sign the agreement, or watch him get crushed. Your choice." I kneel on the ground and beg Sylvia to stop. But soon, I hear the hydraulic press being activated. It doesn't take long before I'm completely covered in my brother's flesh and blood. I end up collapsing onto the gore-splattered ground. When I open my eyes again, I realize I've gone back in time—back to the time when Wilson has accompanied Sylvia to the prenatal check-up. This time, I don't say anything. Instead, I contact a rehabilitation center located overseas before filing for a divorce and leaving Sylvia behind. But once I'm gone for real, Sylvia actually goes crazy.