Unattainable Love Mafia Short Stories & Fake Death Novels

The blood diamond necklace was a symbol of power. The moment Dante Corsini fastened it around Elena Ferri's neck, the banquet meant to seal a blood pact between our two great families turned into a complete farce. "And now, the heir of the Corsini family will place the token of loyalty on Ms. Serena Rossi." The voice of the Don presiding over the ceremony echoed through the hall. Dante picked up the necklace and walked toward me. Then he walked right past me. The heads of the five families stared in shock. The necklace represented control over half the underworld, yet Dante had fastened it around Elena's neck. She was the daughter of his trusted underboss. My hand froze in midair. "Dante, have you lost your goddamn mind?" A Rossi elder slammed his hand on the table, and the hall filled with the clicks of guns being cocked. Dante snapped out of it and jerked his hand back like he'd been shocked. He strode back to me, braced both hands on the back of my chair, and lowered his voice with his usual arrogance. "Serena, don't make this uglier than it has to be. The lights were in my eyes, and you were both wearing black gowns... It was a mistake. We'll do it over." When you're in real danger, the person you instinctively trust to watch your back is the one who matters most. "It's fine." His eyes were dark and dangerous. For three years, I'd been crazy about those eyes. But now I glanced sideways at the new bodyguard in the corner. If I had been in Dante's place, I might have walked straight toward that man in the shadows too. I knew the old scar on his wrist. It belonged to my first love, Gabriel Falcone, who had died in a car bombing seven years ago. So really, it was fine.

I'm the orphan girl adopted by the Moretti family, which was the biggest mafia family on the East Coast. The current Don Grayson Moretti was my best friend growing up. At a family banquet, somebody slipped him an aphrodisiac and I slept with him. Good news: the experience was incredible. He was absolutely massive and we went at it eight times in a single night. Bad news: I'm pregnant. He's just put out a massive bounty, ordering every man he has to hunt down the woman who vanished from his bed a month ago. The Moretti family has eyes on every street in New York. Not even a rat can dig a hole without him knowing. I forced my face into something calm and clapped him on the shoulder. "Gray, that girl from that night — did you find her? What are you going to do?" Grayson let out a cold laugh. "Break every bone she's got. Burn her to ash. Scatter what's left."

Five years of marriage. One carefully planned con. When Federico pushed Evelyn Gambrelli away with cold words and divorce papers, she thought her whole world had collapsed. Her father went to prison. Her mother died. Her husband became the new Don of her family. And she had been nothing more than a pawn in his game of revenge. "You never loved me?" she asked. Federico looked at her, his eyes perfectly calm. "Never. It was all a lie." Five years ago, he'd sworn at the altar to love her forever. Who could have guessed that every passionate vow he made was a lie? When Evelyn "vanished" in a deliberate plane crash, taking the secret of her twins with her, that cold-blooded man lost his mind. He turned the whole city upside down and spent sleepless nights in their empty house, holding her pillow. But she was out there somewhere, and she was never coming back. Four years later, she returned with two children and a brand-new last name. Federico, the Don the whole city feared, bowed his head like a gambler who'd lost everything. "If I told you that 'I never loved you' was the real lie, would it still be too late?" He was ready for her to scream at him, or take revenge, or even hate him. But Evelyn just looked at him calmly. "Don Lucarelli, did your revenge get you what you wanted?" Federico opened his mouth, but no sound came out. His revenge was complete. The Gambrelli family had crumbled, and he stood at the top of New York's underworld. But in the end, he'd lost the only home he'd ever wanted.

My fiancé, Elio Santoro, is the Don of the Santoro family, one of the five major mafia families in Castellano. During a gang attack, he is shot and loses his memory, causing him to completely forget me. I try again and again to help him recover his memory, but every attempt fails. One day, I go to find him with the contract after finalizing a major drug transport deal with a foreign group on his behalf. By chance, I overhear his conversation with his first love, Sofia Rossi. "Elio, according to our bet, you've already reached level 98 in this game. Two more levels, and I will become the true Donna of the Santoro family." I feel like I've been tossed into an icy lake. So his amnesia is fake, and our seven years together are all a lie. Since the beginning, this is just a cruel game he is playing to amuse his first love, and I am nothing but a toy. Later, I get into a car accident on my way to meet Sofia. Elio rushes into the fire like a madman. The moment he sees my burned corpse, he loses his mind.