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

Her name was only mentioned when tied to legal matters and scandal roundups. She had become exactly what she feared. Irrelevant. Useless. She opened her last email account and typed a message. Not to Liam,not to Lucas,but to someone who no one expected. To:editor@newsexpose.com “I have a story to sell about a billionaire who ruined me and the woman he is still in love with.” She pressed send. She leaned back on the chair,clearly relaxed while waiting for a reply. If she couldn't be admired then she'll make sure they were questioned.

I stepped out of the office, carrying my car keys, wallet, and cellphone. While walking down the hallway, my phone suddenly rang. I frowned when I saw Monique’s name on the screen. I answered the call, but immediately pulled the phone away from my ear because of her high-pitched yelling. “What the hell, Lucas! Is it true what I just heard from Tita? That your ex-wife is working for you?” I clenched my jaw. Of course, she’d find out eventually. “Yes, she’s working with me,” I answered bluntly. “Why? What’s the problem, Monique?”

I heard the footsteps coming from both sides of me, but I didn’t care. They were about to grab me when a voice came through. “Enough.” It was just one word. But the room went silent immediately. The crowd parted. And through it walked a man in a black suit. There was power in his every step. Jesse Black. Rumor had it he was old money, with new power—his fortune rooted in global real estate, tech empires, and the kind of offshore accounts you couldn’t trace. Some said he had ties to the mafia. Others said his background was worse. No one dared confirm it nor did anyone dare to ask. I wondered what he was doing in such an event like this but I didn’t have much time to think.

Whispers spread through the crowd. “Oh my God… Valerio’s name is trending…” “Who is that girl with him?” “Is that the prisoner? The one who fainted in his arms?” I didn’t even have to check my phone. I knew exactly what had gone viral—the video of Brian slapping Sophia while defending me, mixed with the old clips of me being carried half-conscious through Valerio’s mansion. The headline probably said something insane like: Billionaire Mafia Heir Protects Stripper Lover From Fiancée Fight

“So this is what this is about, huh? You still haven’t gotten over what happened that time? You still don’t believe that I had no idea who that woman was?” I didn’t even know why I brought it up. “I believe you, I just want you to believe me when I tell you things too,” I muttered under my breath. “You don’t have to question my integrity just because you’re uncomfortable.” Zane stared at me for a long second. “You are talking about integrity? The same woman who’s helping her ex launder money for the mafia?” My heart flew out of my chest. He knew about it?

My mind had been running all night, thinking about Bella, and how I could make things right with her without hurting her. I stepped into the kitchen and made myself a quick cup of black coffee with no milk and sugar. The bitterness felt right. Just as I sat down at the table, my phone buzzed again. It was a message, it was from Rico. "Turn on the news. We're trending." I grabbed the remote and flicked on the TV. It was already on one of the local channels. And there it was. Big bold letters flashing across the screen: "BREAKING: Billionaire Aurora Moore Linked to Mafia Money Laundering Scandal."

"And I regret it. Every single day." Astor crossed his arms. "Why now? Why come back now?" Williams swallowed hard. "Because I lost everything. And when you lose everything, you realize what truly mattered." He glanced at Charlotte, then at Jasmine, and finally back at Astor. "You have a family, a real one. And I was too blinded by greed and jealousy to see that I was destroying mine." Astor remained silent for a while. Then, he exhaled. "Williams," he said, his voice steady, "I won’t pretend things can go back to how they were. But I can forgive you."

Another whispered, eyes locked on Thalina unmoved form like they'd just seen a cat meow at a Lion. “How dare she?” Another whispered, disbelief clear in their voice. If there was one person in the whole of Seattle that you weren't meant to mess with, no matter who you are, then that people would be Evander Hale, ruthless business tycoon of Washington. With the snap of a finger, he could make businesses crumble, family suffer from bankruptcy and people disappear like they never existed. So, for there to actually be someone as bold as to splash wine on him, in public, everyone knew—sharing one simultaneous thought at that moment—whoever this woman was, shit was about to go down for her.

Raffaello angrily threw his phone at my face, screaming, "I told you already! Sofia's lower back has been bothering her. Every afternoon, I go over to give her a massage. What the hell is wrong with you, calling me ninety-nine times?!" A sharp pain exploded across my cheek, but my heart hurt more. As the undisputed boss of New Wark City's largest mafia family, Raffaello had bent all his rules for Sofia, all because she casually whined about 'being tired.'

“I'd say he'd be risking his own life if he tried anything stupid.” I stared at him. “You do know he's a mafia guy, right? And probably going to be the next Don?” “And I'm a billionaire with a capital B.” I nodded as though that explained everything. In reality, it explained absolutely nothing. Was there some secret billionaire handbook that taught you how to threaten mafia bosses with your bank balance? Did they give you a certificate after your first million? Or did you simply wake up one morning, look at your bank account, and decide you were immortal?