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

I asked, keeping my tone steady. He gestured magnanimously, a smug look plastered on his face. His confidence was almost palpable; he clearly believed that no one could resist the lure of two cases of gold. His smirk didn’t waver—until the police stormed through the doors moments later. I never farmed for wealth, and even if I had, I was far richer than Sarah’s family ever dreamed of being. --- My mom had been my father’s first love. But after they broke up, she found out she was pregnant.

“Bribery. Chaos. A guard who hated the system more than he feared consequences. I… I shouldn’t even be alive.” Her fear rose like smoke. “You should go back,” she whispered. “If they find you here—” “I don’t care,” he snapped—then immediately softened. “I don’t care about consequences anymore. I only care about you.” He stepped forward—slow, pleading. “I lost everything. The company… my home… my identity. And when all of it was stripped away, do you know what hurt most?” His voice—raw. “That I lost you long before any of this happened.”

The whispers, they all got louder “Do you think they are dating or something?” “I really don’t get it. Coming here with his ex-wife? What is he trying to prove?” “You know we hooked up last year, right? Then he just stopped replying to my calls” “He has such a god complex. Like he’s better than everyone” “Meanwhile he is just a struggling artist” “Why is he even here?” “To donate what? Spare change?” someone laughed. “After running his family company to the ground, he probably has nothing left” “He is broke. That’s why he has been avoiding anything related to school and fundraisers”

"You call that not suffering? Watching you marry someone else, hiding in the shadows, waiting for you to remember me? I don't want that!" I pushed him away. "You raised me before, but I also helped you land three major deals. Half of the Rossi family's legitimate business exists because I worked hard to earn it. I even followed your orders, seduced another man, and helped you win Gina over... I've more than repaid what I owed you." I pulled my suitcase toward the door. Darius followed me. Before he could say another word, Gina stormed in and clung to his arm. "Don't follow her! She's running off with Valerio! If you go after her, what about me? Do you still want to marry me, or are you still

If he had shown this side of himself before our marriage, there was no way I'd have agreed to marry him. Ethan had become a different person, someone I couldn't figure out anymore. Because tell me why he said Kayla hasn't woken up but I met her here awake and talking? Except now that she had just closed her eyes and her mouth was wailing. He dragged me forward again, towards a bed, but I refused. "Tell me what the problem is?" The doctor asked again. "I wouldn't donate even a pinch of my blood to that b!tch lying there," I muttered, my tone bitter. I knew she heard me, seeing her move her eyelids

“You would never find anything on us.” “Try me…I dare you.” He laughed, fire dancing in those grey eyes of his. “I would love for you to know what it means to go against the first trillionaire in the world. I might not have gotten the reinvestigation through to the office of the attorney general, but I would be glad to have you thrown out of the high-class neighbourhood your sugar daddy bought you, and back to the rat hole you crawled from.”

Bella's stupidity went beyond anyone’s wildest imagination—it even crossed the line of Lorenzo’s tolerance. Three days after being kicked out of the penthouse, she gave an interview to a TV station known for digging up dirt. On camera, she looked haggard. She wore no makeup and cheap, worn-out clothes. Through tears, she accused "Mafia forces" of persecution, hinting that the D'Angelo family had not only illegally stripped her of her assets but had even issued death threats against her.

“I offered to be with Samantha and still take care of you. But no. You just had to show up and ruin everything.” Then came the final blow. “I should’ve sold you off when I had the chance myself. To some rich creep with a wheelchair kink.” The moment the words left his mouth, the lobby went dead silent. Then the whispers began. “Did he really just talk about selling people? Is he some kind of mobster?” “So he was with the woman in the wheelchair first? Then why did he propose to that other woman?” “So now that he’s broke, he thinks he can leave his ex to pay for everything he enjoyed?”

Ryan’s POV "Are you out of your mind? Everyone is watching!" Mark hissed into my ear, his grip on my shoulder tight as he practically dragged me away from the curb. "That’s your ex-wife, Ryan. Think about the headlines tomorrow!" I didn't fight him. I let him lead me to the car, my body moving on autopilot. My mind, usually a precision-tuned machine capable of handling any crisis, was spinning out of control. The woman in the silver dress, the powerful, radiant CEO of Ivy-Gen Global, was the same woman I had kicked out of my house eight years ago. It didn't make sense. It was impossible. How did a girl with nothing become a billionaire?

He blew the smoke into the air like it was nothing, creating an art in the air like a pro. I swallowed hard when he took his glasses off, his gaze was fixed on me. He was freakishly tall and intimidating. "I see you are sniffing around my new prey, did you think I wouldn't catch you? And I hope you ain't going around kissing ass because I know you are so fucking broke." He said lazily. I straightened my back with some confidence I managed to find in the bottom of my so called heart. "What? You mean Aria? Richard, she's my ex wife...You don't get to speak like she's yours. Besides she belongs to Ethan now." I said, as bold as I could.