The Divorced Billionaire Mafia Queen Novels & Stories

Cash, was tactful enough to retreat. There was silence in the air. The old master remained quiet for a long time. After a while, he said solemnly, “We’ve always drawn a clear line in our line of business. Businesspeople like her earn clean money while we make dirty money. Both sides will never cross the line. Yvette is the heiress of Quimbey Corporation and Lance Sheldon’s wife. You’ve now offended two affluent families at once. Do you know what this entails?” The old man sounded wise, cold, and inexplicably angry.

Wait, a second…Aiden was the mole in our familia and our boss seek help on Lilium Familia since they were good on security…Lium, be honest with me, are you telling me that you’re married to the cold queen of torment? “Wow, I didn’t know that my wife had that kind of title, I thought she was just called the queen.” he chuckled at what he learned from his friend about his wife. ‘HAHAHA! Every boss in the mafia called her Queen or the Torment Queen but to us, we called her the cold Queen of Torment. She could torment you even with just her piercing cold gaze.’ “You saw it already?” he wondered as he didn’t realize that there was already somebody - someone was already listening to their conversa

This was different—raw, jagged, furious. And then she appeared. Georgia swept into view, her designer coat thrown over her shoulders as if she had stormed straight from the street into the mansion. Her makeup was flawless, her hair perfectly styled, but the storm in her eyes ruined the image of control. In one manicured hand, she clutched her phone—its screen still lit with a news headline bold enough for Maya to catch in passing: Lucien Moretti Marries in Private Ceremony. Her gaze locked on Maya instantly. And the smile that curved her lips was slow, venomous.

The club was only dimly lit, the air thick with the reek of alcohol and despair. It was the kind where handshakes sealed deals and were broken by gunfire. I sat in the quiet booth, whiskey in front of me, back to the wall. I waited. For her. Fiorella D'Angelo. The so-called queen of her father's empire. I'd spent the day wondering whether she'd be even remotely the woman people described. The mafia had a reputation for exaggeration, making men monsters, women mythical legends that people couldn't even touch. Most of the time, that's just what they were, exaggerated tales.

He was obedient enough to not react or oppose what just happened. The preacher looked at us and nodded. “We are gathered today to celebrate the holy sacrament of marriage…” As the ceremony continued, I couldn’t help but reminisce about the realization I had in marrying Callan Ravij Chevalier—one of the infamous bachelors in the country because of his reputation as the first and only son of the ravij organization’s mafia boss. Being married to a billionaire mafia has its privileges but it also has grave consequences. Fate led me to Callan but it didn’t happen out of luck or one fortunate moment. I had to fight for my life, my safety, and my place until I earned my right by his side.

The aloof, elegant artist Vivian had died on that bloody night. The woman reborn from the ashes was the Mafia Queen, absolute ruler of the New York underworld.

I have been patient for so long, watching her from afar for the past year, waiting for my opportunity. I have already decided to keep her forever. I will never let my angel go. I plan on making her my wife. In order to keep my status as a mafia boss, I have to get married and I had searched high and low for a suitable woman to be called my mafia Queen, and had just about given up and then I saw her in the club a year ago. Yes, I admit it is sudden, but Alejandro King always gets what he wants and damned I'd be lying if I said that I didn't want her the moment I saw her. She stood out in the crowd with that long, wavy hair that hung to the middle of her back, hypnotic sapphire blue eyes with

He asked again yanking her in front of him harshly as she slowly looked up at him. "I wasn't.. Trying to do anything.. They weren't leaving me alone.” She tried explaining but Zeke glared at her. "These people are not normal human Danica. Everyone in here is a mafia or belongs to a mafia family. You must not mess with anyone here, do you understand me?" He looked at her furiously making her to give him a nod as he walked away with her following him behind.

Dante stayed silent for a few seconds before turning the child toward me. “Get her to eat three bites, and you can stay tonight.” The butler, the maids, the guards, and the two boys on the stairs all looked at me. I looked at the trembling little girl and slowly loosened my grip on the strap of my bag. My divorce papers were still folded at the bottom of it, and the twenty-six dollars in my wallet reminded me that even a dangerous house had more to offer than a rainy street: lights, food, and a door that could close behind me.

She held her hand like she understood, and perhaps she did because she had also miscarried… but Rose noticed the flicker in her eyes sometimes, guilt like a shadow slipping across her face before she masked it. Bella visited too, cane tapping against the floor as she entered. She scolded Rose gently for starving herself of light. “You cannot die with the child, Rose. You must stand,” Bella urged, squeezing her hand. But Bella’s eyes, too, held secrets Rose could not name. The other mafia wives stopped by, their words dripping with sympathy, their kisses brushing her cheek. Yet Rose saw through them. Their relief was poorly hidden. She had lost the one thing that made her untouchable. Without