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

I said, leaning back, "what is he exactly? I mean, yeah, businessman, whatever but I've never seen him with a security team. He just walks around like he's untouchable. What if I had stuffed a pillow over his face in his sleep?" Sierra let out a loud laugh. "Maybe he's some undercover something. Though, rumor has it his granddad was mafia." I snorted. "So technically, he could be mafia-adjacent?" "More like mafia-distant-cousin," she mused. My phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen. New Bank Deposit: $4,000,000 I gasped There was also a note: "There. Don't ever bother me again, you bouncing rodent!"

Within minutes, she was already out but I stayed there a little longer than necessary. Something about everything she said… didn’t sit right. Carefully, I stood up and walked out of the room and closed the door behind me softly. The moment I stepped into the hallway, my chest tightened and I exhaled sharply. “No…” I muttered under my breath, “That can’t be true.” I stopped walking as I replayed her words again. He always attacked me… I couldn’t do anything… and my family owed him… I shook my head immediately. “No. No, that’s not right. That had to mean her husband was a mafia and Lucious was the only billionaire mafia in all of USA.”

“I can’t keep calm Dinah. You come home with some talk about being the long lost daughter of a billionaire, and without even allowing me to assimilate and comprehend what you’ve just said, you’re already packing up. You are leaving me Dinah, you’re leaving us and…” “And what?” She asked, heaving slightly as she turned to face Tessa. “This is not fair at all. I’m happy for you, but are you sure that…” “If you’re happy for me, then you would be assisting me not shouting at me. Oh goodness! What do you even expect me to do or say? You want me to believe that my newfound fortune is not true, and now I know the kind of person you are. You of all people know how bad I’ve been having it these past

There were several gasps as I came out and chatter broke out amongst the crowd but I pretended not to hear it and just kept walking. As I reached the double entrance doors, I heard the click of a camera. I looked behind me but everyone was suspicious and no one had their phones out. I felt like crying. I pretended not to care and kept walking when my phone dinged with a message. It was a credit alert. Jackson had sent the sum of a million dollars with the description as compensation. He was a billionaire and a million dollars meant nothing to him but it made me feel worse. It felt like he was paying me off. Just like Paige said, he also didn’t want me to show my face anymore.

he spat, dragging his gaze away from me. "Oh she does? And yet you threw her out to the street four years ago to die in the cold!" I growled at him. "It was a moment of foolishness for me, and I haven't stopped regretting it, believe me," I scoffed dryly, casting him a glare. "Your regret doesn't count for shit, if it wasn't for me, she would have suffered a horrible death in the cold street of New York and there will be no Emily for you to love now."

Who loved him dearly. He had a precious gold, but instead he threw it away in order to search for Bronze. That was one thing he still regrets up until now. His ex girlfriend Tiffany, who he was Chasing at that time had cheated on him. And he later found out that it wasn't the first time. He felt like a fool that got played. That was the worst day of his life. His grandfather had forbidden Riccardo from visiting him after learning what he had done to Vanessa. The old man had fell deeply ill, and Riccardo was thankful that he didn't die. If his grandfather had died, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself.

It was not that easy. “Why does everything have to do with my ex-husband? My world does not revolve around him, Christina.” “Exactly. Your world does not revolve around him. So if that's the case, you will accept my challenge. You will come with me and you will meet Josh. He’s a billionaire, too, Beatrice. Like your ex-husband. He can give you everything you want. You don't need to work, okay?” “A billionaire, huh? He's not part of the mafia?”

I sighed, pulling out the contract and going over it. I wet my lips, and glued my eyes at the money stated in the contract that Massimo was offering to pay. It was a ridiculous huge amount, but I wasn’t fazed. I had seen a lot of that during my time as a billionaire heiress before that bastard, Gibson, ruined my life. I gripped the pen tight in anger. “Careful not to snap it into two,” Massimo’s voice interrupted my drift, shattering my peace and silence like a glass.

There is no escaping this confrontation that lies before us. “I am the mafia princess, Adrian. These are my brothers. They were there for me when you weren’t. They were the ones who helped me get the fuck away from you,” my ex-wife speaks with such unbridled anger and resentment. “No,” I shake my head. I push back the tears that form in my eyes, “you can’t be. You know what the mafia has done to me. To us!”

He started, his voice cold and detached, “I’m Marco Valentino and the first thing you should know about me is that…no one orders me! When I mean no one, I mean humans, talk more of my dolls, which I bought with my hard-earned money!” A shiver ran down my spine. The only thing I could get from all he said was his surname, ‘Valentino’. Italian. I was in Italy? My mother had really sold me to the ruthless Mafia don she was talking about? “Let me go!” I yelled, “My mother…she has no right over me, I’m a fucking grown woman, and so she has no right to sell me to you.” “That’s impossible, darling.” He said, standing up, something about him was unsettling…his aura screamed danger and I knew I had