Novel & Cerita The Divorced Billionaire Mafia Queen

I sighed and scoffed at the ridiculous condition. “Aitana Greyson, Alessandro’s wife runs the biggest mafia network in the U.S.” He said but I literally fell from my chair. “Mafia?” I frowned. “Yes, she is the mafia queen of American Mafia syndicate but there’s more into the story.” He paused and munched the Belgian chocolates I ordered for Adeline but he stole one box. “This one box costed me five hundred dollars including the shipping charges which I am going to deduct from your payment. So, don’t stretch it and tell me the fucking truth.” I said slamming my fists on the table.

That idea still creep her. “But I’m married to Daemon,” she reasoned out. “Then file for a divorce,” he said sternly as if she came out with the lamest excuse ever after being caught red-handed. “I’ll think about it.” “Don’t take your time. I don’t wait for women to make decisions. Get out.” Devon nodded and went out with seething teeth. “It’s so fucking hard to live as a woman in a mafia’s family. What do they take me for? A thing they can discard? A goods they can exchange? I can’t believe this!”

I dipped my hand into my chest pocket and brought out the crumbled paper to show him the phone number. "I know this is a piece of cake for you," The reason why I came to Sylvester instead of anyone else is because of the resources at his disposal. His family runs the biggest mafia cartel in the state. Finding someone is just the smallest job they can execute. "Do you have any idea who it might be? To me, it sounds like a personal vendetta, someone might be trying to destroy your marriage," "I have no idea who it might be. I might have some enemies that I don't know about and I don't want them to hurt Alicia,"

“I am from a very poor background. I struggle to complete my education.” She let out a wide range of smoke. She paused a little bit, “I go by the name Liliana Vladimir. I am a mafia queen. The sister to joe Biden.” “Opps Mafia! You must be stinkingly rich.” My hands gripped her hands gently. “I would love to have you in my life.” “You deserve to know a little about being a mafia. I have been a mafia since ten years old. I forged receipts and avoid paying tax to the government. There's an abandoned mansion my father left to me before he died.” She paused, indirectly telling me she's not sharing all details yet.

The man moved efficiently, pulling out a small black velvet box from his pockets. “You have rings, so? We don’t even have a priest, officiate, court or anything for that matter!” She rolled her eyes. “Oh, poor boy. You really don’t know how this works, do you? We’re mafia. We don’t give a damn about churches or governments. We make our own laws.” She leaned forward again. “And according to Bratva law, all that matters is witnesses and acknowledgment. Once Malik officiates, once Nessa and these men stand as witnesses, once the rings are exchanged, you and I are bound. Husband and wife. By blood and code.”

A smirk stretched on Katherine's VEL face, "All the workers report after 10 am. Do you know why? Because I told them so and they obeyed E because I'm the new boss. I will soon be the only Mrs Foster and when that day comes, you'll be out on the streets." "Is Bat what you think?" Amara challenged. "News flash." She held up her ring finger, "I'm the one married to Brandon and you're just a whore trapping him with an innocent child, But you know what I find interesting?" She stepped closer to her, making Katherine move backward until she was trapped against the wall. "The day you came back and how old the pregnancy is don't match. So you wait and see, I'll wipe out that mask you have on for wor

Moreover, the way the cops dismissed the case, everything became clear as the sky to her. She was doomed because of two reasons: One he won’t stop and second, No one wouldn’t dare to trifle with the Mafia Lord so saving her was out of the picture. She can’t even go to Xander or Brandon because then she will be putting their life in danger. They might be her shields but at that time things were different. Her fight was against a billionaire but today, she was standing against a gangster. Not a simple one but a psychotic and stubborn ex-husband.

I voiced out my thoughts, knowing what would happen if anyone laid his hands on my wife. “We will pull through, I know it’s not all gold that glitters and I know that the journey will be rough, but what kind of wife would it make me when I don’t participate in your affairs, I don’t want to be a trophy wife.” She vocalized, I swear I felt another part of my ice heart belt at her admission, I wasn’t expecting this, ninety per cent of mafia queens are just there for the wealth and the opportunity to host a ball and meet a lot of influential people, only one per cent will volunteer to take a bullet for you.

"Queen Nicole, I will investigate this matter immediately. Such an incident should never have occurred on my turf." I waved a hand dismissively. "No need. The culprit is right here." Merla flinched at my words, then hesitantly stepped forward. "Um… my dear fiance, you must be mistaken. Nicole was just a cheerleader from my high school. How could she possibly be the Queen of the Mafia? "I mean, we've known each other since high school. If she had any sort of background, wouldn't I know?" Even at this point, Merla clung to a sliver of hope. As far as she knew, I was just an ordinary office worker, barely scraping by at the bottom of society.

I say, pasting on a bright, brittle smile. I try to move past him, but he blocks me. “Something’s wrong. Tell me.” “Why would anything be wrong, Stefan? I just married the heir to the largest mafia family in the city through a business transaction. To save our family legacy. To fix Dad’s mess. And now I get to spend the rest of my life pregnant and smiling for the cameras. Everything is perfectly fine.” Okay, so maybe a little sarcasm. But I think I’ve earned the right.