Novel & Cerita The Heiress Who Divorced Her Mafia Husband

I just sat stabbing the porridge in with a bored face, “Wish my dad would snuggle in some chocolates right now.” Tasi laughed beside me while lowering her head, “ I'm not sure he even knows that you're here.” I scoffed, “ Of course he knows, don't be surprised that he gave out the order for us to be placed here in the first place.” She shook her, “ sorry to say this but your dad is a sadist, if my dad was a mafia leader he wouldn't do shit like this, I mean you are his heir.” I nodded, “ You don't have to be sorry, you can bad - mouth him all you want, i wouldn't even care.”

"I've never seen that version of you before! Fierce, unwilling to back down and never letting your enemies go Scot free! I love that spirit, Bianca!" As Phil said this, I smiled at his words but all of a sudden, Phil’s expression shifted. From proud expression to confusion. Immediately, He took the phone from me and scoffed. “But isn’t this a little bit weird, Bianca?” I turned to him. “What is that? I mean, what’s weird?” “Zoey Raven!” Phil replied. “Isn’t it weird that someone like her—with a heiress title—would go to the extent of stealing from the man she claims to love? And not just that, but selling what she stole from him for fifty million dollars?”

I challenged confidently, even though I was scared because this is the first time I’ve been kidnapped. "Well, I need you to divorce your husband. Because everything he owns is actually in your name, I want you to then transfer all of his wealth and the buildings, everything that he owns to me," he stated casually, taking a sip of his coffee. "Why do I need to divorce him for that?" I inquired, my appetite waning as his words sank in.

“He’s ruthless, lethal and really, really powerful. When he came into the hideout where the kidnappers had taken Ethan and I to, they had instantly dropped to their knees, that’s how much he’s feared by people.” My skin crawled as I listened to my parents talk about how dangerous the person I was going married off to was, as the hair stylist did my hair up in my bedroom. I was already dressed up in my wedding dress, and my makeup had already been done to perfection by professionals. “He’s the most powerful mafia Don ever to walk the earth. Every other mafia here in Italy knows he has the final say.” Dad continued and I felt fear clog my throat once again. “And you’re getting me married off t

Emily said interrupting Mira’s explanation, “Yes, the two times he was married, both wife was murder in cold blood, but to the world, he is divorced. It was said that following his wives death, close to ten mafia organization was brutally destroyed alongside their bosses.” “Well, it’s obvious who did it,” “Yeah! Well, no one had the guts to speak out.” Emily sighed hard, “But this doesn’t say why he suddenly moved into our community, right?” “I thought that way too until I discovered that… the wives who were murder left something precious for him,” “His children?” “Yes, Natalie Kova a sixteen years old girl and Michael Kova a six years old boy,” “Wow… A mafia with kids and a young one at tha

She would be his queen, and their children would grow up strong and powerful. Asher, one of her dad’s men, held out his hand. Larissa placed hers in his. He looked at her for a moment, and when she nodded, he gave the signal. The big church doors opened with a loud creak, and everyone turned to see the bride. Larissa, the mafia princess, walked down the aisle. Her head was held high, and a tiny smile played on her lips. Everyone wished they could be her. Not even in their wildest dreams.

Gasps of surprise spread across the table, their gossip radars turning on. "The heir's wife?, then what about now? " A blonde haired woman with fiery red dress asked slowly, flinching at the cold glare Ava threw at her. "Well, from how there's no wedding band on her finger, she must have gotten a divorce, isn't that right there?" Kathleen drawled, her voice sympathetic. "That is correct, I divorced Ethan" Ava smiled back at Kathleen, though her hands in her lap were clenched tightly to stop her from trembling. "Haa, it must have been hard for you, you don't have to tell us about it if you're uncomfortable, at least you found your 'real' family" She turned towards the other women who were wat

I was sure the last thing they wanted was someone with a marriage background like hers to join the club. Sophia had a reputation as the queen of divorce, as she had been married and divorced five times, although she was single now. No one knew the real reasons for the divorces, but whenever she filed for a divorce from her husband, Sophia would always be the victim of adultery, claiming her husband cheated on her. Surprisingly, none of those husbands would say anything against her claims, and they would share properties. Maybe she had something on them, I don't know. But her last divorce, which was her fifth, was quite messy as the husband claimed he did no such thing and even refused to div

I was a mafia princess in hiding. I gave my husband everything. Then, right after his company went public, he cheated on me at the party I threw for him. With his childhood sweetheart, Isabella. “Elena, you can’t even iron an Hermès scarf? Look at these wrinkles. It’s a cheap rag.” I stopped. The steam from the iron—or maybe my own rage—blurred my vision. Marco’s mother, Amelia, threw the expensive scarf back at me, her face full of contempt.

And I stood there, unseen, clutching my secret: the divorce decree hidden away, the knowledge that soon—I would vanish, leaving them all behind. I stood at the edge, invisible, listening as strangers told me about my own husband’s devotion—to another woman. I pulled out my phone, calculating the time until my flight. Three hours. If I left now, I’d make it. But my silence only made me look broken in their eyes. Soon,Bianca and her entourage drifted toward me, smiles dripping with cruelty. “Valentina,” Bianca cooed. “So many years married to my brother, and what do you have to show? Standing here, watching him with the woman he truly loves.”