Novel & Cerita Adored By The Mafia Godfather, My Ex

As she disappeared into the crowd, Conrad stood frozen, cheek flushed, heart raging. The light danced across the Phoenix pendant on her neck—like a warning. Behind that graceful smile, she carried a secret only a few could survive: She was the wife of one of Italy’s most feared Mafia bosses. The crowd swallowed her again. As soon as she was out of sight, Conrad’s hand slipped into his pocket. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number. His chest rose and fell with fury. The call connected. “I accept the offer,” he said coldly.

Mia stared at me, her mouth open, the dumbfoundment all over her facial expression. “Adrian Giovanni? The same mafia lord of the Giovanni family in Cleveland?” I nodded as I suddenly realized how crude it sounded. “But why?” “Isn't it obvious, Mia? I would never be free. Roman reminded me of my status time and time again. I lived because he wanted me to. I lived to work for him, to serve him. Adrian is the opposite. I have my freedom back. And most of all, he took my life from me. Roman Adams has destroyed a lot of lives, and he deserves whatever is coming to him.”

” She groaned in annoyance as if giving in to my stupidity. "Babe... He’s Bradley Le Ossa" "Huh?" I was confused by her words and she smacked my head as if annoyed by her friend's stupidity. "Ow!!!" I grumbled under my breath. "Bradley Le Ossa, also known as Bradley the Bones!" She groaned as she spoke, but noticed I still didn't understand what she was talking about "He's a deadly mafia boss!!!" My eyes widened in shock at this. WHAT?! Yes, I knew and understood that he was a mafia member, but the boss?!

“Alessandro… please. Just let me explain.” “Explain?” I stepped closer until only a few feet separated us. I could see the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the way her lips trembled. “There is nothing to explain. You destroyed me. You took the only real thing I had in this blood-soaked world and you crushed it. And now I find you here, letting strangers put their hands on you for money. Does it feel good, Adriana? Knowing you went from mafia princess to club whore?”

“Family don’t betray each other, Aria. Not even by mistake. A betrayal in this world would cost so many people their lives, so it’s better to end it quick and fast.” I fell back on the couch with another sigh. “This must be a lot for you to handle, isn’t it?” he asked, leaning back with me. I nodded. “I was almost kidnapped yesterday, and today I’m finding out that the man I’m… I’m growing to love lives a dangerous life as a mafia boss. Do you know I called him a murderer just a few hours ago?” I breathed, sitting upright again. “I said so many harsh things that I don’t even know how to take back… or if I should take them back.”

And it wasn’t a kiss. It was a threat wrapped in silk. He kissed like he was claiming something—something he thought already belonged to him. I broke free with a gasp, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “You’re insane.” “Wow,” a cool voice rang behind us. Feminine. Bored. “The love story of a journalist and a mafia lord. Incredible. Someone should write a book.” We both turned at the same time. I froze. Adrian’s jaw tightened.

“I have to go. But Fay – you did the right thing, okay? I’ll make sure that this turns out right. For us.” “Okay,” I whisper, nodding to him. And then he kisses me again, swiftly, and gets up, and heads into the house. I watch him go. And when he walks down the stairs, I drag my forearm across my lips, wiping the taste of him away. Because Ivan thinks that I’m good, and that I’m right, but he’s forgetting one essential thing: That I was born into one mafia family, and that I married into another, and that I’ve got a mafia baby growing in my stomach.

Jax didn't laugh. He stepped closer, leaned on the desk, and looked at me with pity. "Enough, Alessia." He sounded arrogant, like he was scolding a disobedient pet. "Go home and clean up your mess. If you keep this up, I promise you won't even get to be my wife." He thought losing my shares meant I'd be nothing but an accessory, begging at his feet. He severely underestimated me. I am the sole heiress of the Valeriano family, the biggest Mafia clan in Sicily.

It was him. Her eyes widened. Her chest tightened as her mind replayed every second of that night at the club, the kiss, his touch, the way he made her feel things she never had before. It was him. The stranger she had thrown herself at. The man who left her gasping with just his fingers. “You...” she whispered, her voice almost failing her. “But how is this possible?” Damian De Luca. The infamous mafia Don. The man she had come to marry out of revenge... was the very man who had undressed her soul the night before.