Novel & Cerita Adored By The Mafia Godfather, My Ex

Dante jolted awake, gasping as if he'd just run a marathon. It wasn’t a dream. It was the brutal truth. There it was, heavy on his shoulders—the legacy and curse of his father. Vittorio Bellandi. The man who had etched his name into the Calabrian mafia with blood and fear, but who now lived only in shadows that refused to fade. The cold floor greeted his bare feet as he stood. Heart racing. No time to think.

I yelled and stormed away. "I was drugged." He blurted before I touched the doorknob. "What?" I gasped and turned around to see him with his head buried in his hands. "I know. How could I, a soon-to-be mafia don, be drugged by an ordinary woman? I'm a f*cking disgrace, but it's true. I was... Beatrice drugged and took advantage of me." He confessed.

His eyes were sunken, and his arms were covered in needle tracks. "Give me money! Marco! I know you still have a stash!" Bella rushed over to search his pockets. "It's me, your beloved Bella! Look at me, I need money for treatment!" Marco was shaken into a semi-lucid state. His cloudy eyes stared at the hideous woman in front of him. Suddenly, months of pent-up hatred exploded. "It's all because of you..." Marco’s voice was raspy, like a broken bellows. "If it weren't for you, I'd still be the young master of the D'Angelo family... If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have this damn disease..."

What a poor way treatment. ‘Come on, Ronin, this was not how I was expecting to be treated by a mafia don. Manipulative Don, was not my ideal!’ I scoffed. Then i took a careful step towards him. “I have heard that mafia dons are obsessed with having mistresses.” I chined up, levelling my gaze up to steal a look with him. “But don’t you think that’s too low for you. I mean making your own son’s ex-girlfriend, your mistress! Imagine how bad you’ll have an impression on the world.” I clicked my tongue, smiling at him, I crossed my arms on my chest.

Boris is her boyfriend, who is currently flirting with someone else so openly. Its been 2 years since she felt this way. As the only daughter of the most dangerous Mafia boss Alexander Rivera, she never experienced Emotions like love or affection. She lost her mother early, and was raised by the servants to become her father's puppet. Someone without any feelings or opinions, someone who is expected to follow her father's every command to a 't', until that night. She fled, changed her last name, her appearance as well. Probably no one in her past knows that she is a medical student, as her father all but ignored her until he needs her. 'Your engagement in one month'

I added. “No it isn't. Lucia, you just wanted happiness…and I understand that,” he said. “That didn't work out,” I said looking down at my hand holding the glass. “But you ended with two beautiful angels,” he smiled, his smile now doesn't feel like he was taught how to, he smiled naturally and sincerely. “Thank you,” “You were right…I hate whiskey, I should have poured wine instead,” I sighed. “Emilio told me, your ex husband is the Russian Mafia Aвторитет,” he said.

The old man snarled, but Derek was only looking at me. I shifted under his gaze. "Stop looking at her." Jacob said in a cold deadly tone. "Why should I stop looking at my girlfriend?" Derek asked and this time it was me who snapped. "Shut the fuck up Derek! You are my shitty ex and that's it." I snapped in his face. "The irony you have V! You left me because I got into a gang and yet here you are, with the most feared mafia leader in USA." He said smirking.

My thighs clenched without permission. Then I slapped myself. Hard. "Pull it together, Gaia. He's your ex's dad. A literal mafia boss. Just a one-night mistake you grabbed at a bar while drunk and pissed. And worst of all? He tried to buy you." I dropped onto the bed, muttering like a lunatic, trying to snap out of it. So I bailed on the deal. Whatever. We don't even live in the same universe. Yeah. That's it. I shook it off, ditched my coat, and headed for the shower.

I inwardly groaned and turned around to face Bruna. Her face had contorted in anger, but she was still beautiful, though. “So how did you manage to make him fall for your crap? You’re not even pretty.” Her voice was hard and bitter. She looked at me from head to toe and scoffed. “He surely doesn’t have a taste. His ex is apparently involved in the mafia. And now?” “Don’t talk to him like that,” I said through gritted teeth. My chest heaved in anger. She could insult me however she liked, but not Spade, who was giving her the job she had today.

She spoke again. “ The person who purchased me out of the auction is my ex-fiance.” She laughs like a mad woman. “My brother, who was too late, got furious when he didn't find me. He killed my boyfriend and the son of the mafia group in Brazil. Before my fiance contacted my brother he made me watch how he deals with people that go against him. I witnessed people begging for their life, being shot in the head like they meant nothing. It was then I found out that my Ex- is a big shot mafia boss in the underworld. That's the reason why he can locate me that easily. He punished me for running away and placed this tattoo in my arm. He branded me as one of his people but it is also a warning sign