Novel & Cerita The Heiress Who Divorced Her Mafia Husband

Daughter of Spanish mafia king Miguel Rigruduez and wife to Italian mafia heir, Adonis Alejandro Bernardi. In a few days, I would officially be the queen of the Italian mafia as I celebrate one year of being this handsome man's wife. I have learnt a lot and definitely am not who I used to be. Life has its ups and downs, and moving forward, there was no assurance that we wouldn't face more challenges, but I was ready. I am strong. I am tenacious. I am resilient. This is my revenge, and I wholeheartedly submit to my maf—

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.

she explained with a big smile. "Is that true? Then is it true that he is a mafia head? Then who is that woman? his wife?” asked Alicia. “Head of the Mafia…well I have to correct it, used to be the head of the mafia..now no, the woman he was with is not his wife…more like… hmmm…” she is silent and seemed to think of the right term. “Fuck buddy, she is a woman from Asia and a widow with one child, her child just died two weeks ago… a little girl named… Raine??”

Vivienne’s POV My ever-loyal mafia husband had a secret. A college girl. In my last life, that secret ended with him demanding a divorce… and killing my mother to get it. But luckily, I was reborn. And I swore—in this life, I’d give Kael what he wanted and stay as far away from him as possible.

A smile formed on his lips. “Surprise... it didn’t hurt,” he grinned. Onora’s eyes widened. She tried to run, but he caught her, spun her around, and slammed her against the wall. His grip locked tightly around her wrists, pinning her there. She whimpered. “You punched me, and you must pay.” Pay? “Your husband didn’t tell you? Mafia don’t do free. You can’t punch me for free,” he smirked. Mafia. Her husband was a mafia. She had read many stories about them—dangerous men who manipulated others to get what they wanted.

, she smiled. “Or you just wanted get closer to Reid. You just wanted to follow him around like a neglected puppy”. Bianca narrowed her eyes. Jacintha smiled again, “Right now, we all know the neglected stray puppy barking when it got chased to where it came from”. Bianca clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palm. She swallowed and managed another word. “S–Says someone who's husband ignored her for years.” Jacintha simply shook her head. “We are divorced. I know you're smart enough to understand that”, she shook her head. But Bianca would not give up.

I guess I couldn’t be all that surprised when I was the one who had abandoned her. “Are you scared our father will find out about your being here, or are you scared your husband's secrets will be out and he will be defeated in the war. Don’t pretend you care about me. All you care about is your bastard child and your murderer of a husband.” “Who knew the woman who escaped from the mafia would end up marrying the Pakhan of the Bratva? I have to admit, I thought you would remain a nun forever, Liv.” She was being sarcastic and taking jabs at me. I didn’t think I would ever end up with a man in the mafia, and yet I had married one. Some would call me a hypocrite, but I wouldn’t be me if I liste

Aiden alerted me and I looked to see a little crowd eating for us. Valentina, a fierce woman, she was strong and she was good. Known for her ruthlessness, single handle over ruled the mafia after her husband's death, many men tried to take the title, all of which were six feet under ground. She had always loved me for her daughter, and had mentioned it to me several times when the news of my divorce spread around. I didn’t buy the idea of getting married to her daughter, because my heart had still beat for Clarissa. I walked out of the car, to see her standing there.

“Is there anyone else who would threaten her if she weren't your wife?” I rubbed the back of my neck. “Not that I'm aware of.” “Good,” she muttered, shifting her gaze to the night sky. “Then I want you to promise me one thing…” I inched closer. “Anything.” A faint smile curved her lips as she turned to me. “Once that Grasso is gone and you receive your fortune and title, divorce her. Let her live with no Mafia in her life.” Anger heated my veins. There was a lot I was willing to do for her—for Catherine—but divorcing her made no sense. “Don't ask me to leave her,” I gritted out.