Divorced My Mafia Husband Married My Brother-in-law Novels & Stories

My husband, Damien Falcone, had 99 lovers. He gave them all up when he fell for me. Now, for number 100, he's dragging me to hell. My husband was missing. Right when we needed him most—the arms deal with the Castellano family. My father had no choice. He took me with him. The exchange at the docks was going smoothly. Too smoothly. Then they heard our bottom line, and the smiles died on their faces. "Five million? I thought you could go as high as ten."

I was seconds away from kissing her smart and sassy lips when her husband and brother appeared. Yeah, the memory of that fire did something to my dick every time. However, I also remembered her asshole husband talking about Mia on their wedding night. He’d said something about how much she bled. The fucking kicker was that he made that comment in front of Vincent Luciano, her father, as well as Dario, her brother and now the new capo, and Dante, her other brother. I didn’t have a sister, and I was far from having a daughter, but if I had either one, and anyone spoke that way about her, I’d slit his throat first and demand his respect, second.

Holding his swollen face, he pointed at me and yelled, "This bitch not only bullied Gina, but she even slapped me! You've got to hold her down. I'm going to slap her back!" Michele caught sight of the handprint on Lino's face. He took a step forward and pointed a finger right in my face before shouting, "You've got a lot of nerve! A woman who isn't even loved by her own husband is acting like the lady of the house in front of my sister? "Listen up, Marco doesn't love you anymore. He can't wait to divorce you and marry Gina! He's throwing this whole wedding to make her happy. You just had to come and ruin it, didn't you?"

My mafia husband, Vincent Santoro, was born a monster, incapable of loving anyone. But one day, I discovered he was hiding a ‘forbidden fruit’. A girl from the slums, Claire Murphy. Scarred by life, yet as beautiful as a wildflower growing through concrete. For a man who'd waded through blood his whole life, she was a fatal attraction he never saw coming. He thought he'd covered his tracks. He was wrong. At the Santoro family's annual dinner, I confronted him about Claire, tears streaking down my face.

After that day, I walked into my lawyer’s office trying to appear calm. The smell of leather and old paper did little to ease the turmoil inside me. As I signed each document with trembling hands, pretending I wasn’t breaking, my tears fell but I quickly wiped them away, hoping no one would notice. This was it. This was my first real step in cutting ties with Victor Ravencroft, my husband of three years, the man who destroyed everything I cared about along with my sister’s betrayal.

" If I did, you would not have been here, and we wouldn't be having this conversation." " Besides, we already slept together. What's there to care about anymore." I blush hard when memories of that night slither Into my mind, igniting my body. I still can't believe I ended up having a one night stand with my ex-husband's uncle a night after our divorce. What's even more unbelievable is Lorenzo asking me to marry him. Well, technically it's a marriage on paper but still, this is Lorenzo Massimo. The most feared Mafia leader around the city.

“There’s something I need to tell you.” Her brows knit together. “Alright.” I stared at my hands. “Remember a few months ago…when I told you about the man who came into the café? The one who offered to help with your treatments?” She nodded slowly. “The one you said was…dangerous.” A small, sad laugh slipped out of me. “Yes. Him.” I lifted my eyes to hers, feeling everything inside me crack wide open. “It was Luca, my husband.” She didn’t look surprised. Not really. Just sad, in that quiet way only mothers could be.

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.

If he has issues with someone, he simply avoids them. “Well, he is a good husband, so he needs to treat me well,” I informed him, lifting my chin slightly. He nodded in understanding. “No matter how well he treats you, remember that he is involved with the mafia. He is involved with illegal business. If something happens to him, you will be pulled down along with him,” Andrew reminded me, lowering his voice. Even though Jonathan always says that all his businesses are legal, I know he is involved with the mafia. Andrew doesn’t need to tell me. But I will not admit to anybody that my husband is involved in the mafia.

The wine tasting ended.A passerby knocked over the wine rack in the hallway. The rack toppled straight toward me and my best friend,Lena.My mafia husband and our son both yanked her behind them first. She walked away unharmed.I crashed hard to the floor. Lena hurried over toward me. “ Seraphina, are you okay? ” My son grabbed the hem of her dress. “ Aunt Lena, don’t go over there. You’ll get red wine on your pretty dress. ” “ But your mom fell. I have to help her up! ” Lena insisted. Dante pulled her back against his chest. “ Calm down. She’s a grown woman. She’s not that fragile. She can clean herself up and stand. ” My left arm hung limp at my side.Blood seeped through the spilled red wine