Novel & Cerita Adored By The Mafia Godfather, My Ex

I can't risk her hearing about how annoying and wicked her father is. Me: The man made me prepare six coffees today. Tessa: Six??? Is he insane! Or does he have a caffeine addiction. Me: Maybe he has a personality disorder. A message bubble appeared immediately. Tessa: I'm sure your hatred towards him has doubled. Someone understood my pain. I typed back a reply. Me: He complained because I placed coffee on his desk. Tessa: Where did he want it? On the floor? Me: Apparently.

Dante says. "No! No way I am the Godmother of the Italian Mafia. If I am I blame you! You are the one who exposed me to the world. If I were not with you, I would not have been on the Internet and a sensation everywhere. Let's hope the results are negative. I do not want to be a part of the Italian Mafia, although I am engaged to a Don. I don't want to get married to you. No one is making me get married to you. Okay, maybe the godfather of the Italian Mafia can do that, because I don't want to have any problems with him. Is anything like Al Capone, I am not messing with him," I say.

There is no escaping this confrontation that lies before us. “I am the mafia princess, Adrian. These are my brothers. They were there for me when you weren’t. They were the ones who helped me get the fuck away from you,” my ex-wife speaks with such unbridled anger and resentment. “No,” I shake my head. I push back the tears that form in my eyes, “you can’t be. You know what the mafia has done to me. To us!”

This has to be a dream. "Jeez, you scared me when you said it was about Archer. I thought he was going to kill me or something. Baby, listen, when it comes to the mafia, you have to give in. They are too powerful. They will ruin your life if you go against them," he explains as I lift my finger, making him stop in his place. "Have you lost your mind? What do you think they-" I yell, tears falling down my cheeks. I am so mentally exhausted after the day I've had.

“You really want to do this right now?” I looked between them helplessly while my chest tightened harder and harder because suddenly it felt like I was about to loose consciousness. “No,” I whispered shakily. “No, this is insane.” But Adrian kept staring at me with those same dark eyes that once made me feel safe, but now terrify me. “Your father is mafia too, Aria.” The sentence made me felt weaker that I physically stepped backward. “No.” I said, my voice quivering in shock. “Yes.”

" In the last photo, you appear to be constipated." "Are you fucking insane?" I exclaimed. After all those long speeches about our history, he almost made me believe that I was special and loved. Now I strongly believe that he never loved me and wanted me killed by assassins and terrorist groups. After this, my life will never be the same. I guess the mafia world is going to be my new home.

I unclasped the delicate chain, the cool metal sliding against her skin. "You don't deserve this," I said, my voice dripping with disdain. "Now I know why your little boyfriend was struggling to get this. Any amount I called, he raised higher. But one thing they always forget is I am Theodore Xavier Rodriguez... the mafia lord of New York and the richest mafia in America. So he could gift you... too bad..." I paused, my eyes narrowing. "Too bad he couldn't protect you from me." I held the necklace up, the diamonds catching the light. "He wanted to give you this, but he lost. Everything, including you."

Maya asked as she stopped in front of me. I nodded at Mike. “You have all the company you need. What does any of it have to do with me?” “I know things between the three of us ended on a sour note and I wanted to be sure that you don’t hold grudges towards me for taking the love of your life away from you?” Maya added in a mocking tone. “You took Mike from me and I got married to your father, the biggest Mafia Lord in Los Angeles. I’d happily make this trade all over again.” I smirked.

"Levi?" I whispered the name, as if saying it aloud would shatter the fragile moment. My ex, the man I thought I had loved before all this mess—before the mafia, before Vincenzo—was standing in front of me, as if he had never left. The tears welled up in my eyes. "Elena..." His voice was low, husky, and far too familiar.