Novel & Cerita The Heiress Who Divorced Her Mafia Husband

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

Shortly after, another sensational piece of news surfaced on social media: "A b*stard Daughter – The Story of Amanda and her useless mother !" The focus was primarily on Amanda's mother, delving into shocking revelations about Patrick's background. The article disclosed that Patrick was, in fact, the adopted son of Terry, and Amanda's mother was Alison's own nephew. This meant that Amanda was the only one truly connected to Alison, explaining why he left her 51% of the family business. Meanwhile, the explosive revelation of Patrick and Stella's affair added another layer of scandal.

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."

“Completely. No trail. No body. No way for anyone to find me. I want the world to believe I’m dead.” I stopped, my hand drifting to my still-flat stomach. “And my baby comes first. Whatever you arrange, my child stays safe.” There was only the briefest pause. “Three million dollars,” she said. “And it can be done.” I didn’t hesitate. A divorce hadn’t been enough to free me from a man like Luca Moretti. So this time, I would use death. And I would not give him another chance to beg, explain, or drag me back into his world.

"How is this even possible? How are you the granddaughter of Margaret Sinclair? You're Hazel Rossi. You married Damon Moretti. This doesn't make sense." I looked directly at her. “Yes, I married Damon Moretti because I loved him back then, I thought loving him alone was enough to get him to love me back. I rejected the offer to become CEO of E&H Investments four years ago because I wanted to live a simple life and have a happy family with him but this didn’t go as planned so I’m ready to step back into my position.” The silence that settled stretched like a heavy blanket.