Historias cortas de Familial Bond Mafia y novelas con Mistress ambientadas en Regret

My boyfriend, Miles, finally invited me to his family’s Christmas dinner. I passed out on the way there. Half-conscious, I heard him whisper, “Sorry, Eva. Those thugs said you’re just their boss’s type. Too pretty for your own good, babe. Blame that—not me.” “Don’t be scared. If you help me pay off the debt… maybe they’ll let me have you back. I’ll make it up to you. For the rest of your life, I swear.” He wheeled me through the back of a casino. My family’s casino. The boss he was selling me to… was my brother. Ever since our parents died in a crossfire, my brother had taken full responsibility for me. More than a brother, he’d become a father figure—a protector. My stupid boyfriend should be scared—he had no idea how fiercely my brother protected me, or how ruthless he could be to anyone who dared hurt me.

Before I realized it, I’d become the invisible wife standing beside my mafia Don husband, Adrian Kane. A stay-at-home mom buried in chores while my husband paraded around with his secretary, Viola, ten years younger than me. “She’s smart,” Adrian said once. “She knows how to help me.” Tonight marked our tenth anniversary. I saw an elegant designer dress and a necklace presenting in the living room. For a second, I was happy. Looks like Adrian finally decided to take me to this year’s annual mafia gathering and introduce me as his Donna. Turns out the dress and the jewelry was for Viola. Later that night, I caught Adrian sneaking in with Viola—both drunk, hands all over each other like I didn’t exist. I just made one phone call. “I will join the Doctors Without Borders program. Send me away.” Before I married Adrian, I had a future in medicine. But I gave it all up for him. Now? It was time to choose myself and leave behind everything that was never really mine.

From the moment my mafia husband, Alessio Vitale, brings his childhood friend, Mia Santoro, and her son into our home, everything changes. While our son, Luca Vitale, is sick in the hospital with a fever, Alessio takes Mia's son to Wonderland Park to celebrate his birthday. When I call, all I hear on the other end is the sound of laughter and celebration. Alessio's voice is mixed in with it, gentle and almost chiding, as if I'm the one being unreasonable. "He doesn't have a father, and he's already got it hard enough. Don't overthink it." I don't call him again. That night, I place a divorce agreement in front of Alessio. "Don't see Mia more than three times in the next two weeks," I say. "Otherwise, we're getting a divorce." He looks at me and smiles. "That's it? It's that simple?" I nod. It is indeed simple, so straightforward that I already know he'll choose Mia every single time. All I have to do is wait for those two weeks to pass, then I'll take Luca and leave.