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

"Here you go, Mr. Johnson. Ten thousand dollars. I'm sure it's more than my uncle ever paid you." Mr. Johnson's eyes widened in shock as he stared at the money, his face pale. "What...what do you want me to do?" he stuttered. I smiled again, my voice cold. "I want you to betray my uncle, Mr. Johnson. I want you to tell me everything he's planning, and I want you to help me take him down." Mr. Johnson looked up at me, his eyes filled with fear and greed. He knew he had no choice. He nodded slowly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Okay...okay, I'll do it."

“But I never forgot the fear. I’m still trying to figure out how to exist after what happened.” I didn’t look away. I owed her that much. She wiped her cheek abruptly. “So… what now? You say sorry and then disappear?” “No,” I said. “You’ll never have to worry about your safety or stability again. I’ve already arranged a place for you. The paperwork is ready.” She frowned. “A place?” “A home. And funds. Enough to rebuild your life from scratch. You deserve more than struggling in a shop that barely pays rent.” Her lips pressed together. “I don’t want your pity.”

My thighs clenched without permission. Then I slapped myself. Hard. "Pull it together, Gaia. He's your ex's dad. A literal mafia boss. Just a one-night mistake you grabbed at a bar while drunk and pissed. And worst of all? He tried to buy you." I dropped onto the bed, muttering like a lunatic, trying to snap out of it. So I bailed on the deal. Whatever. We don't even live in the same universe. Yeah. That's it. I shook it off, ditched my coat, and headed for the shower.

I swallowed. “So this is charity?” “No,” he leaned forward, his tone dropping, his accent thickening. “This is personal.” Our knees brushed. I tensed. Luciano smiled. “I didn’t bid because I had to,” he said. “I bid because I wanted to. You cost me everything once. My focus. My trust. My heart.” “I was eighteen!” “And I was stupid enough to think that was an excuse.” He leaned closer, his eyes drifting over my dress, pausing at the collar.

Foreign investors began pulling out from Grantham-owned companies. On talk shows, legal analysts declared, “With evidence this strong, Robert could face life imprisonment. This case may become the biggest corporate scandal in the nation’s history.” In his grand mansion, Robert watched the live broadcast, his face flushed with rage. He hurled a wine glass against the wall. “How dare they humiliate me before the world?!” “What do we do now?” “This is all Bella and Noah’s fault! They should have controlled Liora from the start. And now, she’s the one trapping us!”

She anonymously funneled it directly to the federal financial crimes unit. It was a surgical strike. Ironclad. Victor was arrested in his office. The Marino holdings froze. Their empire teetered on collapse overnight. In the sterile visiting room, I watched through the glass as Victor aged twenty years in a week. He slammed his hands against the partition, screaming. “Isabella! I’m your father! How could you do this? You’ll pay for this!” I picked up the receiver. A cold, sharp smile touched my lips.

The next thing she did shocked the nurses in the ward and even Ariella - a stinging slap on her left cheek that seized her tears for a moment. The nurses took that as a cue to excuse themselves. "Just, how ungrateful can you be to have ruined our family's long-protected reputation? How heartless can you be to destroy your own twin sister's image?" Ariella didn't understand a thing from the questions. The slap still affected her. "What are you talking about?" She asked eventually, a teardrop rolling down her left cheek. Her mother scoffed and instead of replying, she switched on the TV. When the trending news came into view and the headline boldly read: Daughter of a Business tycoon found dea

Hands wrapped around a coffee cup the exact way Naomi's had been, the exact way Marcus's always were, like every person who'd ever sat across from one of us in a diner booth needed something to hold onto before they said the thing that scared them. "Twenty-two years ago," she said, "before I was born, my father was involved with a woman named Renata Cole. Not romantically — financially. She ran a small investment fund, and my father convinced several of his associates to move money through it. When the fund collapsed, it turned out Renata had been the one taking the fall for decisions my father made and denied ever making." She looked up at us. "Renata went to prison. My father never spent a

"Alright, alright, let’s drop it. What’s done is done, and I’m not hurting for a few bucks anyway. I didn't lend you the money because I saw right through your lies. I did it to break your bad habits so my family could finally accept you." The moment Dante spoke, the entire office grew righteously indignant, completely convinced I was an ungrateful monster. "Exactly! Mr. Moretti is the heir to a powerful mafia clan. If you want cash, just ask! Faking an accident to extort money... that’s completely subhuman." "A parasite like her deserves to be dumped. She should be blacklisted from the entire city."

“I searched and you don't have. You were living your life away in a casino gambling away your money and anything you hold dear when Brian saw you, do you think that he will really keep to his words? That you are going to get the company?” I could see he was hesitating which meant he didn't trust Brian enough, he was a stranger to him, and also he could decide not to keep to his side of the bargain and there was nothing that he could do. “ What I want is simple. I want the company, I don't care about Samantha nor Nina.” “ You will have regrets later on. You will realize that you have messed up, and it would be too late, why don't you?” He turned around, grasping my shirt so tight that we were