The Divorced Billionaire Mafia Queen Novels & Stories

“I’ve worked too damn hard for everything I have today. The mansion, the empire... the newly launched companies—I’ve been grinding nonstop to make sure I own the world. And now I’m just supposed to hand over 70% of all that to Alexa? All in the name of alimony? That will never happen, Mother. Never!” Mother walked over, a pleased smile spreading across her face as she gently patted my back. I could see it in her eyes—she was proud of my stance. And frankly, her earlier question didn’t even matter anymore. There’s no freaking way I’m signing those divorce papers. No way in hell I’ll give Alexa a dime of what I’ve built.

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She never got to know of mine and never deemed it fit to ask, and however much I tried to bridge the gap between us, any sort of friendship between us remained sadly out of reach. I moved her to a room at the very back of the house, so I wouldn't get to see the wariness and hostility in her eyes, yet it burned at the back of my head and kept me awake at night. To all and sundry in the house, I hated her as much as she hated me and I tried to make it known that I only tolerated her presence, but that was a lie. She was an attractive woman: slim, petite, with that thick brown hair I craved to run my fingers through, those freckles that dusted her nose and her cheeks, and damn, was I attracted

A pain hits my chest. I hated love. I hated the man I came to know as my husband for all this time. He fooled me, he took my undying love for granted and threw it to the mud. “Stop preaching to me mafia. You got her family heirloom, her business documents and everything that she literally owns. You made her sign her properties away when you fed her Alcohol so don't come acting Mr. nice guy. We are alike, a team of opportunists. I helped you get into her heart and you'll help me become bastard rich from our exploits.” Belle says with an evil laughter.

Lauren hated the Rostovas with a passion and when she heard what her daughter had done, she was enraged and threatened to disown her if she did not drop the case but Amara had grown beyond manipulation and would not let anyone threaten her. She also took a few months to work on herself and lose the weight everyone had shamed her for. The stocks had received a huge blow upon the news, and various key stakeholders and investors pulled out. The company was left limping, but Amara decided to take advantage of the moment and preoccupied herself. “Which one do you think I should wear?” She asked Selene as she raised the outfits in front of her. Amara felt different, but it was a good difference. L

I sighed exasperatingly. "Mafia! Perfect, Ivory, perfect!" I stared at her as of she'd gone mad. She stood up and came to my side. She grabbed my hand and shook me slightly. "You're married to a mafia billionaire. Awwww, how does it feel living my dream, baby?" She sighed dreamily and smiled widely. "Are you sure you're okay, Ava? We're talking about mafias here. They're dangerous and they're capable of many bad things."

This woman was starting to make me sound like an item from a store and a new toy for her son, So ofcourse I had to ask. Ignoring my question, she went straight to introducing herself. “I am il Sovrano, the Queen and Founder of the Manuel organization” My mouth dropped in awe, because I knew exactly who she was. She was one of the richest women in the country, so what the hell was I doing here before her? My heart started to beat fast and I could feel my palms getting sweaty. My father actually walked for her? Why were we poor then? How did it happen?. “Erm.. Madam, why exactly am I here then? I am of no importance in this place”

' 'Socialite Aurora Vale Dragged for Causing Husband to Cheat' ‘The fall from grace’ ‘Vale heiress goes into hiding after divorce. ‘The fall of the great.’ I held my breath as I clicked on the first article. > ‘Damien Sinclair's Divorce: The Truth Finally Surfaces’ > After months of silence, new details have emerged about the shocking divorce between billionaire heir Damien Sinclair and his ex-wife, Aurora Vale.

Her voice had that sharp edge it always got when she was done playing nice. I closed the laptop and rubbed my eyes. “Jade, come on. I told you I’m handling it. The Greco thing is going to give us breathing room. New capital. New connections.” She laughed. Not the pretty laugh I used to love. This one was bitter and short. “Breathing room? Adrian, you’re meeting with fucking mafia people who probably shot your ex-wife. Your company is a ghost. The bank called me this morning asking about the joint credit cards. Joint. Like I’m still tied to your sinking ship.”

“We failed you. We will spend the rest of our lives making it right. The Rossi Empire is yours now. Shipping ports in twelve countries, tech investments, luxury real estate, and private equity funds worth over twelve billion. You will never want for anything again. Whatever you want to run, destroy, or build, it is yours.” Twelve billion! The number refused to settle in my head. I kept seeing Carla’s face as she shoved me toward the living room where her friends waited with hungry eyes. “Smile pretty, you ungrateful bitch, or I’ll make sure they take what they want anyway.” I had bitten one of them and ended up beaten terribly. Now these strangers were offering me billions like it was pocket