Divorced My Mafia Husband Married My Brother-in-law Mga Nobela at Kwento

" 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.

" I missed you this past day thought your parents are excellent company. Your mom bought your baby pictures. You were so adorable I could just chew on your cheeks." He is silent and when I look at him, he is smiling. " Do you know how adorable you look right now.?" I shrug and kiss him. " How did it go with your brother?" I ask. " Well I found out that he has you as payment to a debt he made from the mafia Vivian is married in." he says like he is talking about the weather. "WHAT?" I shout. " he refuses to tell me why he did that so I left him with the MC. Though now he looks like a fucked up version of him that somehow escaped the mental health ward."

“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.

I say with sorrow. “What do you mean you couldn’t refuse? Who is your husband?” He inquires frowning. “He... does business with my father...” I let my voice trail off, that is all I need to say for Lucas to get what I mean. He knows about my father’s dubious activities, we have spoke about this before because Lucas is certain that his family does the exact same thing as mine. Lucas father and his older brother, Vincent, are part of some kind of mafia or at least Lucas thinks they are, although he has always managed to stay out of it, even so, he is aware of the power they possess and that escaping or disobeying their commands is not easy.

It’s unsettling, and my curiosity threatens to drag me down the wrong rabbit hole, but I force myself back to what matters. Hours later, I’ve narrowed it down to two possible ways to get away from my mafia husband. The first: the police. If I run to them, they’ll smuggle me out of the country to safety. I don’t want to get Aleksei in trouble, but unless I take that drastic step, there’s no way out.

"You are the Don of the Falcieri family. Nothing more." "Alessia, please, just listen to me," his voice trembled. "You were right about everything. The baby isn't mine. Livia and Silas…" "Enough." I stepped down from the stage and looked him directly in the eye. "Don Falcieri, your apology is three months too late, and a lifetime short of mattering." I took a document from my clutch and held it out to him. "What's this?" "Divorce papers," I said calmly. "Sign them."

He might have been family once, but that title is gone with him after his betrayal. Aldo was my father’s stepbrother, the product of my grandfather’s affair with a stripper who had worked in one of our clubs. My grandfather’s infidelity was not a secret. My grandmother had endured it for years, bound by the unbreakable chains of mafia marriage. In the mafia there is no divorce . Once you step in ,you only can leave this world after your death. Even knowing all about the cheatings she could not leave my grandfather.

I blinked back tears before nodding slowly. " I won't do anything stupid, the wedding will go as planned as long as you don't hurt Alexei " The monster grunted in response, although I didn't trust him, this was the only way I could ensure my little brother's safety. When my perfect sweet-natured elder sister disappeared three days before her wedding, the monster had no choice but to make me get married in her stead. The wedding would be an alliance of two mafia families, the Sidorovs and the De Lucas, if there was anything I hated the most, it was the mafia but for Alexei's sake, I would do anything, even if it meant getting married to the head of the Italian Mafia.