My Billionaire Ex Regrets Throwing Me To The Mafia Don Novels & Stories

I let you slip off my fingers now I have to pay the price. I see the love Caleb has for you in his eyes, and you return the feelings. I can never compare with that. I hope you both have a successful life together and congratulations on your engagement too. I saw it on the news. One last thing I took care of all the moles in your company implanted by your Uncle. So you do not have to worry about that. I am giving you these shares because it was never mine, they have always been yours. I have heard [that they have gone to their rightful owner. I can *ssure you now your Uncle Ray can not hurt you. Consider this a last gift for me. I am leaving this country. I want to have a fresh start in a new

Diego, ever defiant, spat venomous threats as he was taken away in handcuffs. The betrayal didn’t just hurt; it humiliated him. Gabriel had built an empire on calculated decisions and careful planning, but this—falling for a manipulative woman—exposed his vulnerability for everyone to see. The media pounced on the story. Articles painted him as a naive billionaire, duped by a cunning woman. His grandmother, who had once adored Antonia, looked at him now with pity rather than pride.

she boasted and he couldn't help but chuckle, finding his wife adorable. “Now, I regret taking care of the matter alone. I would have been your perfect crime syndicate." “We still have the future ahead of us. Someday, something might come up and we will handle it just the way that you want," she assured him, resting her head on his chest. A minute of silence passed between them before Rowan broke it on remembering something important. “I forgot to tell you. The little girl from the military, would you like us to adopt her? She doesn't deserve a father like that bastard. He is also in a fifty-five year of detention and I doubt she has a mother to care for her."

“The smoking-hot billionaire from the club, right?” I nodded. “Unbelievable. You finally did it.” She leaned closer. “How was it?” “Amazing.” She smiled, then paused. “Then why do you look sad? You should be glowing. You didn’t even pass out this time,” she teased. “Because he tried to pay me afterward.” She blinked. “Pay you?” “I threw his check back at him.” She froze. “Hold on. What did you just say?” “He gave me a check for one million dollars and told me he never wanted to see me again.”

I stared at the unsteady fire and replied calmly, “If he doesn’t come back, then I’ll keep waiting. He promised he would spend my birthday with me every year. I’m going to wait for him.” I refused to believe he would forget my birthday. Mark Carillo was the youngest Mafia Don in Sicily. When he gave his word, he kept it. He had never broken a promise. He had taken a family that was on the brink of collapse and turned it into a force that now controlled half the Mediterranean underground scene, all because he always honored his word. By three in the morning, the manor was still silent. He wasn’t coming back, and everyone understood that. The living room was filled with bodyguards in tailored

Victor’s eyes met mine, his hand gently stroking my thigh. “Or we can disappear completely,” he added. “New identities. A different continent. Raise our child in peace, far away from all of this.” I looked between them — the ruthless billionaire and the dangerous mafia prince — both willing to burn the world or walk away from it for me and our child. I reached out and took both of their hands. “I don’t want to run forever,” I said quietly. “But I also don’t want our child born into constant fear. We need a plan. A real one. Not just hiding. Not just fighting. Something smarter.”

Every tear I cry, I’m making them bleed in gold. "Shay." I didn't startle. I had expected him. Massimo stood in the doorway, his tie loosened, his hair disheveled. The polished billionaire was gone; in his place was a man who looked like he was drowning. "That name again," I said, not turning around. "You really are obsessed with this Shay. Was she someone important?" "She was everything," he choked out. I turned then, a cold, sharp laugh escaping my lips. "Everything? Then why did you throw her away like a used rag? Why did you let her bleed on the floor while you toasted to your success?"

It is a dozen national reporters scrambling for a quote from the Romanov heiress. I let it ring. I’m entirely done being summoned. I press my hand against the glass. The cold seeps into my palm, grounding me. Three weeks ago, I walked out of Marcus with nothing but the clothes on my back and a shattered mind. I was a ghost haunting my own life. Now, I have a husband who watches me like I’m the one thing he can’t look away from. I hold the keys to an underworld empire I never asked for. I’m the central target in a brutal mafia war I did not start. And I have a baby, perfectly healthy, growing inside the body of the woman who helped destroy me.

If I was rejected when I didn't put this much effort it wouldn't have pained me but the most painful part is that I dressed sexy and was rejected, I still went naked right before him and was still rejected, that's a different type of heartache. I should have known a man like Killian Romero who's in an open marriage with my mother would never give two shit about me, he's a young billionaire who control the Romero's empire, made of chains of companies, but rumors has it that some of their businesses include some illegal deals that remains unknown to the public and that might be the reason why he fly out of Chicago every damn time.

“The top floor? Lena, at least make your lies believable. The presidential suite on the top floor is only open to core members of the Mafia Commission. Money alone won’t get you in. Who do you think you are?!” He didn’t know that when this hotel was on the verge of bankruptcy, I personally drafted its restructuring plan. Once Don Gambino adopted my proposal, he made a fortune. To thank me, he permanently reserved a private suite on the top floor for Vincent and me. At that moment, Sophia walked out holding a child. Dressed in jewels, she wore the smile of a victor and leaned affectionately into Nico’s arms. “Lena, you’re here? Come, take a look. This is my son, the future don of the Luciano