Novel & Cerita The Heiress Who Divorced Her Mafia Husband

He must be the leader of the Russian Mafia and her future husband. Wow. This woman won this competition for four years and now she is going to marry a mafia leader. She is on fire. She is wearing a gown barely covering her breasts and had slits on both sides till above her panty line. Looking at her calves from the slit of her dress I can say that she must be a trained fighter. "That's her future husband and ruler of the Russian Mafia Igor Ivanov." He took the mike and pulled Helena and made her sit on his leg which she did without any shame.

Tomorrow, she would send people to come for me. I took out my phone, found that Italian number in the call log, and dialed it. "Mama," I said, "he wants me to sign the divorce papers. But I don't want to just leave like this." The breathing on the other end went heavy for a beat or two. "What do you want?" "I want him to regret it for the rest of his life." Mama laughed, and the sound carried across five thousand miles of Atlantic, edged with the bone-deep ruthlessness particular to Sicilian women.

He said that there is more toil. "What do you need from me?" Saint promised weakly. "We want your power! Your position! And your wealth. And Deus wants to know where the hell is the mafia heiress." Mafia Heiress? Savienna is the real mafia heiress. But I am still claiming it as me because that's what they thought too. "Okay, I got what I wanted. Now I need to erase you to keep your mouth shut." Because of what Saint said, I saw a strange fear that enveloped Gayle's entire being.

I had always been proud, stubborn, and unwilling to let anyone dictate my life, which was exactly why I hated being forced to marry a man I didn’t know and certainly didn’t love. So I rebelled. When Victor gave me a ruby necklace worth a fortune, I donated it to charity the next day and told him it was tacky. When he took me to a mafia family auction gala, I slipped out halfway through and went clubbing instead. Everyone was convinced my behavior would eventually push him too far. That one day Victor Moretti himself would deal with me. But he never did. Instead, he indulged me. When I locked away the jewelry he bought me, he sent something even more extravagant the next day.

A streak of blood still clung to the corner of his mouth. As he dragged himself up from the wreckage of the champagne tower, his eyes were wide as he took in the scene. His brain couldn't make sense of what was happening. "Marco, what are you…" Michele stammered, "I-Isn't she Isabella? Why are you kneeling to her?" Marco didn't respond. He couldn't answer because he knew, better than anyone, who I was. I was his father Antonio Colombo's new wife. I was the Don's woman, the current Donna of the Colombo family.

In a minute or less, he tossed them to me. “Have your way, I will contact my lawyers immediately, I never wanted to be married to a sister of a murderer in the first place.” Okay, now that does it. And Before I knew what was happening my hand was already on his cheek as he writhed in pain. “How dare you, Alcantara!” I shrugged. “I wanted to see if I could slap some sense into you, but I guess it didn’t work.” I picked up my copy of the divorce papers and let out a sigh of relief.

“Malachi says for some reason that he still wants to be married to that girl, Antonia. Now I know Antonia hasn’t done much to us, but that’s the issue, she can’t do much. Marrying her would bring no prospects to the family, meanwhile, the lovely girl Malachi is refusing is Skye Rogers. She’s from the prestigious Rogers family. They’ve known each other since they were kids. Why doesn’t he want her?” I do not hear anything else Sienna says until she finishes, and when she does, only one thing is ringing in my head as I get up and nod to her, my tone dark as I respond. “I’ll handle it.” I find Malachi in one of the libraries in the mansion and he looks up immediately he senses he’s not alone. A

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He's waiting for you to come to your senses. "I know he is," I said flatly. Five years. Even the love faded, I knew his pride, his anger, his patterns. "But I'm not going back." A year ago, he loved me fiercely. We were planning our future. Then the Rossis came. They didn't just bring home a forgotten son—they revealed him as the true heir, the next Don, who was already promised to a flawless mafia princess from the rival Costello family. Still, he fought them. He endured three days of their brutal regime—a test meant to break him—just to secure their permission to marry me.

On the night of our anniversary, I had prepared a new set of lingerie for my Mafia husband Joey, but he had prepared divorce papers for me instead. A Cuban cigar was clamped between his teeth, a look of pure entitlement on his face. "Adriana, we need to divorce. Vivian's father is a capo. If I marry her, my future's set." "Look, sweetheart, you're just a broken family's leftover daughter. You should be grateful I kept you around this long."