Novel & Cerita Betrayed And Bound To Be The Mafia Queen

I voiced out my thoughts, knowing what would happen if anyone laid his hands on my wife. “We will pull through, I know it’s not all gold that glitters and I know that the journey will be rough, but what kind of wife would it make me when I don’t participate in your affairs, I don’t want to be a trophy wife.” She vocalized, I swear I felt another part of my ice heart belt at her admission, I wasn’t expecting this, ninety per cent of mafia queens are just there for the wealth and the opportunity to host a ball and meet a lot of influential people, only one per cent will volunteer to take a bullet for you.

The contract sat beside her head, a physical reminder of how thoroughly her life had been manipulated by forces she had not even known existed. And at that moment, surrounded by evidence of betrayal and corruption, Bianca broke down completely.

I say simply, shrugging my tiny shoulders, as if the weight of the situation isn’t pressing down on me at all. He stares at me, disbelief creeping into his blue eyes. “Are you kidding me right now?” He laughs, but there’s a flash of something darker there. “You think I can’t force you to sign?” He leans down, his face so close to mine that I can feel his breath on my skin. “I’m the fucking mafia don, Rose.” “I won’t sign it.” I chant the words stubbornly, my resolve hardening with each passing moment.

“I… I guess so.” I searched her face carefully. No hesitation. No deception. Only confusion and fear. She was telling the truth then slow realization settled into my chest. Now I understood why Calus wanted her. Why powerful men were moving like shadows around her. Why chaos followed wherever she went. She wasn’t just another woman caught in mafia crossfire. She was the key, the surviving bloodline. The record to the next mafia throne. My voice dropped into a near whisper. “You are the answer to so many things.”

“You’re also going to fabricate evidence proving that you falsified Mr. Blackwood’s partnership documents. Claim that you submitted fabricated evidence to the government against him. And, of course, there’s your little secret mafia organization.” My eyes widened slightly. She wasn’t just asking him to surrender. She wanted to destroy everything he had built. “Table everything before the government, Vindell. Every single thing. Your company, your criminal activities, your mafia organization. Once you’ve done that, your mother walks out alive.” Vindell remained silent. “Failure to do so, and your mother pays for your crimes. You have just two days.” A bitter chuckle escaped his lips. “What?!”

But it's too late for pretending because now I actually know the kind of shit that I am in. The mafia. The word echoes in my head and settles on my tongue like rusted metal and rot. It's cold, ugly and real. This is another family, another night and another situation that I'd been trapped in for thirty-one or so days now. I press my palms into my knees in an attempt to try and steady the trembling that's beginning to bubble beneath my skin. The sharp memory of my sister crashes into me like a tidal wave. Her lifeless body crumpled beside me as blood bloomed across white tile like a cruel red flower.... The man who pulled the trigger wore a tattoo that's impossible to forget...

he murmured, “and don’t come in here without permission again.” I nodded quickly. As soon as he released me, I left, almost running. In the hallway, the air felt heavier. The walls are narrower. I regretted leaving my room. If I had stayed there, I would have avoided another assault. Another breakdown. I took a deep breath. As I was about to go upstairs, the front door opened. The women of the family came in. Wives. Widows. Daughters. Sisters-in-law. All tied to the mafia by bonds that never break. All dressed in restrained elegance, discreet jewelry, and perfect posture. Women are trained to smile while swallowing their own will.

Poor girl looking like she will cry any moment. "This is not fair. You are our queen. It has never happened in the history of Mafia. A queen is cleaning floor? No. I can't let this happen. I am your personal maid. I am responsible for all your needs and if some one tells you to do some work, you can order me to do that. My whole life is dedicated just for you my Queen. Please let me do this" She keeps telling me this that her life is dedicated to me. It feels really wrong.

“We have a common enemy, honey. And I see potential. Work for me. Become someone he can’t trample on. Someone the world will kneel for." I didn’t answer then. But deep down, I was thrilled. I took the deal. I trained under mercenaries, bled in the sand, fought in underground rings. I studied under assassins, learned how to poison, how to shoot, how to disappear. I learned to command. I learned to lead. I handled drug trades, weapon shipments, and high-stakes deals across countries. I became a name whispered in fear, the Veiled Queen. But nothing could’ve prepared me for the day I missed my period.

My head hurt just by thinking of it. “O-Okay,” I found myself answering. My hand gripped tightly on the phone tightly in my ear. Victor doesn’t know what happened last night. Even my friends. So I don’t think they are aware that my life is in danger right now. They don’t even know that I am to become the Red Cartel queen, a dangerous mafia organization my parents built over the years before they passed away.