The Divorced Billionaire Mafia Queen Novels & Stories

I died in a gown that cost more than most houses. Red silk. Diamond choker. A single bullet through the heart. The Moretti ballroom was still playing violins when I hit the marble. Crystal shattered around me. My consigliere stood over me, gun smoking. My husband watched from three steps away and didn’t move. Guests screamed and ran. The chandeliers kept swaying. “You’re too soft to run this family, Caterina,” he said. “Queens don’t hesitate.”

Author Pov Luna was sitting in the room clenching the arms of the chair. Tears were flickering in her eyes threatening to fall anytime. She couldn’t believe it. She got married. She just become a wife of the most feared mafia. And that be against her will. But how funny it is that she’s his puppet more than a wife.

“He’s a mafia king, Chloe. Isaac’s death is just the beginning. If Nicholas finds out you saw it—if he even suspects you’re the one who could burn everything down—he’ll kill you. No second chances. No hesitation. Not even a goodbye.” “No,” she said, shaking her head as she backed toward the open door. “Nicholas wouldn’t—he wouldn’t hurt me.” Adrian laughed under his breath. “You think you know him? That you’re somehow different?” His smile was cruel now. “He’s a man who built his empire on blood and fear. And you… you’re a threat wrapped in a pretty face.” Tears burned her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. “Please…” “Get in the car,” he said, his voice losing the playful edge, now shar

“What did you just say?” “It was Nathan,” Beth’s voice grows sharp. “He hated that I wanted a divorce and took a huge debt from a dangerous mafia. I was used as collateral, Mom.” Miranda’s body turns cold. "Nathan? As in Nathan Lockwood?" "The same one mom," tears falls from Beth's eyes. "To collect the money, this mafia had me do things. I was molested. I was forced to become a stripper so they wouldn’t sell my organs. I would still be there if it hadn’t been for Drogo.”

, I begin. "Fuck, he sounds hot." Adele groans and flattens herself on the bed. I stare off to the side before sighing, "He is, very much so," I respond. "So, who exactly is he? Is he a student at our school or someone you met on a job?" Before I say anything, I glance at her. "He's the next leader of the Italian Mafia." She gasps and sits up straight, her eyes widening in surprise. "Oh god, he's bound to be a fucking king in the sheets."

Did that mean that… nah, he was getting married to me for the contract. Viola kept talking about Leah and how she disliked her guts, not sparing the poison incidence. “Why hasn’t she been arrested yet?” I inquired. “Massimo would handle it,” Viola responded. Was Leah also from an untouchable mafia family? My stomach grumbled, and I rubbed at it with my palm. “I’m famished,” I admitted. Viola ordered the driver to take us to a restaurant. The moment we took our seats, a waiter approached us, dressed in a white shirt and black pants.

"Because then, my beautiful wife there would have become a widow." "...and that would be really sad, seeing as she can't spend a single night away from me." I smirked, in a bid to rile him up. He didn't seem to be enjoying my sudden comeback and it was clear on his face. We both went silent for a while. "She might have accepted you for who you really are." He spoke up again, sneering at me. "André Wolfe, fucking billionaire CEO by day and mafia boss by night. She may have accepted you as you are. Fuck it, she may even love you." He seethed.

She turned to go up the stairs. “Where do you think you are going to with our family heirloom you thief?” Sloane screamed. “The marriage has ended, you need to return the ring. I honestly don’t even know what Liam saw in you, you gold digger.” Dukia pulled the diamond ring from her finger. It had never fit right, loose and cold. She placed it on the dinner table, directly on top of the divorce papers, and walked up the stairs to what used to be her room. Her bag had already been packed for her. A single duffel bag that she had stepped into this family with. She picked up the bag and walked out the front door.

The date they were appointed as the boss and died was written below none of them were overthrown except one who was overthrown by his aunt in 1921, and after that he began seeing women take the position of been the boss, he finally reached the last photo and was shocked by whom he saw. Monalisa sat graciously on the chair he had seen other bosses sitting, she was younger and vibrantly smiled, and the smile not forced but real, other bosses smiled to but it looked unreal. He looked under the photo and saw something that literally blew his mind. ‘Monalisa Del-A-Cruz, mafia queen from 2018-till date’. ‘Oh my god’ Jeremy muttered still shocked by what he read.

"Baby, I can’t let Sean get away with what he did to you. I just can’t. I won’t rest until that man is dead." The resolve in Stone’s eyes told May he wouldn’t budge. And though her worry for his safety lingered, she couldn’t help but smile, touched by the lengths he was willing to go for her. May knew she wasn’t the same naive woman who had fallen for Sean and married him. The fearful May Kettler was gone. In her place stood May Black, the wife of a mafia boss who craved revenge. And she knew her husband always got what he wanted. "Fine," May said with a nod. "I’ll come with you to pick up your cousin. Let’s go shower."