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

It was as though his eyes could strip me bare, seeing through the act I put on every day. But he was right about one thing. I wasn’t like him. I didn’t crave this life. This world of excess, where money flowed like water and power was something to be wielded without mercy. It disgusted me. I wasn’t sure if it was his indifference or the fact that he had everything and still wanted more that irked me the most. But he wasn’t just any man. He was Luca Moretti. A mafia billionaire with a reputation that left even the most hardened criminals in awe.

I should’ve just focused on my children and my career instead of being with another man. For the umpteenth time, I had been disappointed by a man again. I felt so horrible and I had no idea what I was going to do. Maxim really lied about the death of his wife. He couldn’t come up with another excuse? He had to say she was dead? In a fire accident? He also lied about having kids. Oh my goodness, I felt like a fool. Among everything, I didn’t even have the slightest idea that he was part of the mafia. He was probably a murderer too and I almost let my guard down for someone as terrible as him.

AVERY MY BLOOD FROZE. I dropped my fork and stared at Nana. Her face was serious as she nodded. "I thought that was all a rumour," I whispered. "That he is affiliated with the mafia." "Almost all rumour has a bit of truth in it," she replied. "It is not my story to tell, and I know he has left that life behind since he left Italy." "So why did he go back now?" I asked, speaking more to myself than to Nana, but she answered anyway.

In the tabloids’ grainy photos, Vincenzo sat alone on the stone steps, wrapped in a black coat, unshaven and hollow-eyed, drinking whiskey straight from the bottle. He had fallen from the pinnacle of power into a pit of ruin. [Moretti Heir Disowned] [Underworld Throne Slips Away] [Fallen Prince Breaks Down in the Street] The headlines blazed across business columns and gossip rags alike. Meanwhile, I walked alone through the narrow lanes of old Lanswell. Today, I had an interview at a newly established biotech firm. Some advised me to take it easy. “You own Moretti shares now,” they said. “You could live ten lifetimes without lifting a finger. Why work so hard?”

I went back to the laughter , his hugging, before the cancer took mother. The way she would say: “My babies will grow up to be successful women.” I was totally alone now that they were both gone. And for what? An stupid loan? A devil's deal? One that ended with my life being sold to a man who hadn't even gone outside to check on me? One that left my father's face covered in blood in a picture? I didn't like Don Julio and every mafia gang out there . He had ruined everything with that foolish transaction. I was now merely a pawn in his never-ending game. I remained there until the stars were blurred by tears and the silence made my throat hurt.

Her voice cracked as though she was giving up. “We had nothing.” I didn’t try to be nice to her. “I made it clear that day on the news. We’ll never have anything. One drunken mistake doesn’t change that. It’s not my fault you built a fantasy out of it.” “I stayed when Gianna left!” Suddenly, she sounded hurt. “I was there, taking care of you. I raised our daughter! Meanwhile, she abandoned you. She’s back with children and you still want her? What spell did she cast on you?”

“Who says you don't deserve a better life like everyone else?” His words struck something deep inside me, and without meaning to, I sank back into the seat, folding my hands nervously between my thighs. I sat stiffly beside him, fully aware of his intense gaze… until my phone buzzed in my bag, startling us both. I picked it out with shaky hands and my heart almost gave out when Don Valentino's name flashed across the screen. He was a ruthless mafia billionaire who had loaned my father a huge sum before his death. There was no doubt in my mind why he was calling. He wanted his money.

Five years. That’s how long it's been since my ex, Nico Falcone, broke our engagement and my family kicked me out. The next time I see him, he's married to my cousin, Bianca Rossi. He grabs my hand in secret, offering to keep me as his mistress. He has no idea I’m about to marry the most powerful Don of all: Lucas Moretti. Five years, and I’m back at the New York mafia’s annual charity gala. “Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. The Rossi family’s disgraced little artist?”

I inwardly groaned and turned around to face Bruna. Her face had contorted in anger, but she was still beautiful, though. “So how did you manage to make him fall for your crap? You’re not even pretty.” Her voice was hard and bitter. She looked at me from head to toe and scoffed. “He surely doesn’t have a taste. His ex is apparently involved in the mafia. And now?” “Don’t talk to him like that,” I said through gritted teeth. My chest heaved in anger. She could insult me however she liked, but not Spade, who was giving her the job she had today.

“You and Laila truly deserve each other. As a matter of fact, I'm the one who dodged the bullet.” “Oh, really now?” He bursts out laughing, making me wonder what is funny in this situation. Is it the fact that he shattered my heart into pieces? “So, you see yourself at a higher level, don't you? Just because you managed to Swindell your way into a billionaire’s bed. He's going to dump you soon and you'll be back on the streets.” Oh… Him too? I'm getting fed up. Everyone is going on about how Gavin will dump me soon!