Cerita Pendek & Novel Secret Love Mafia

My childhood sweetheart, Arthur Greco, always thought I was a liar. He swore that during a street shootout when we were 15, I'd hidden in a corner, shaking. But he also claimed that once we were safe, I'd said I had taken the bullet meant for him. According to him, only after someone called me out did I admit that my cousin, Daisy Conti, had saved him. He also said that during my recent trip abroad, I'd bragged to everyone that I'd saved someone's life without even trying. But Victor Corvino, the Don of the Corvino family, sent his thank-you gift to Daisy with great fanfare. In front of the leaders and senior members of every major family, Arthur shrugged helplessly. "What can you do? Angela just loves to brag. I'm used to it. "If she ever tells you someone wants to marry her, don't believe a word of it. "Otherwise, I'll end up having to apologize to each of you on her behalf." The whole room roared with laughter, and I became the laughingstock of our world. By the time the party ended, every family that had been interested in a match had backed out. When Arthur came to pick up Daisy, my brother, Carlos Marchetti, was chewing me out. "Angela, your reputation's in the gutter! Who would dare marry you now?" I calmly kept cleaning my Browning and laughed softly. "Someone said he'd give me his entire empire as a wedding gift." Out in the hall, Arthur scoffed impatiently. "Angela, are you lying again? Who besides me would even give you the time of day?"

Three years ago, I drugged the mafia heir, Vincent. After that one wild night, he didn’t kill me. Instead, he fucked me until my legs went weak, gripping my waist and whispering the same word over and over: “Principessa.” Just as I was about to propose, his first love, Isabella, returned. To keep her happy, Vincent let a car hit me, had my mother’s heirlooms thrown to stray dogs, and sent me to prison… But when I was finally broken, flying to Boston to marry someone else, Vincent tore New York City apart to find me.

I’m Daisy Valence. Eighteen. The favorite daughter of the Valence family. I woke up and found myself eight years in the future. Not only was I married to my nemesis, Lorenzo Astor, but we had a four-year-old son. Even crazier, the future me was a stone-cold snake, plotting to gut Lorenzo's operation while planning to run off with her "lover" after the divorce. And this "lover"? Just some nobody from the slums I was bankrolling. I must have lost my mind. Just as I was about to cut ties with all of them and get my free, single life back... I found the love letters Lorenzo wrote me, a secret stash of things I’d used, and a phone filled with my pictures… Then he grabbed me, his eyes bloodshot, and held me so tight I could barely breathe. He growled, "Who the hell gave you permission to leave me?" "I never agreed to any divorce, my wife."