Romans & histoires The Heiress Who Divorced Her Mafia Husband

Then he claimed there were still traitors within the organization that needed to be dealt with and said he could not stay with me tonight. The moment he left, I immediately contacted my people and ordered them to pack up all my personal belongings. Then I placed a signed divorce agreement on the bedside table. I was just about to leave the hotel when my best friend Anna texted me. [Bella, did you go confront Mia today?] [Everyone on Instagram is tearing you apart right now.] I opened the screenshots she sent me, my entire body trembling with anger. "Major scandal! A certain mafia wife is jealous of her husband's little sister and constantly bullies her whenever her brother isn't home!"

"Did that woman bully you? She did, didn't she, that's why she thought she could get away with treating you like that!" "I don't think she even recognized me," I snort, shaking my head. "I wasn't exactly wearing million dollar jewelry or gowns during the time I was married to George." "Well you should've," he insists, upset on my behalf. "I'll throw her and anyone who came with her out. No one treats you like that. I'll sue them for more than a fifty million necklace." "No, it's all right dad, I can take care of her. I'm no longer just her brother's housewife. I'm a Reina."

I said and left immediately. "Wait a minute!" She stopped me before I open the door, "Does that mean you knew who I am, really?" I nodded at her, "The only daughter of Davis Scott, the Nation's Tycoon?" I declared as I turn to her, then, briefly averted my gaze. 'And the Heiress of the Whale Mafia Wing!' I wished to spit the latter words but my gut was not supporting me. Her lips parted and surprise took all over her face. She sagged her back against the headrest while she felt somewhat grumpy.

And yet the very thought of standing beside another woman at the altar twisted something inside him so violently he thought he might shatter. But Alessia had walked away. Alessia had left him bleeding with her silence. And a man like Luca Morano could not afford to bleed forever. "Do it," he said finally, eyes dark with resolve. "Contact her..... Contact your distance cousin -hikky" ***** Within days, the news spread like wildfire. Luca Morano to wed mafia princess Hikky Valente in a bid for peace. The whispers filled every ballroom, every smoky club, every café that dared to breathe the Morano name.

I woke up, and I was 28 again. I had twin heirs, and my husband was Santino, Veridia's most feared Mafia Don. He sat at the head of the Commission of the Five Families. His sharp profile was a fixture on the cover of the underworld's most exclusive magazine for several consecutive issues. Even the oldest Valerian families were lining up to offer him their daughters. All the women in Altoria envied my good fortune. But the first thing I did after waking up was pick up the divorce papers, the ink still fresh, and handed them to his childhood sweetheart, Jessy.

It is a dozen national reporters scrambling for a quote from the Romanov heiress. I let it ring. I’m entirely done being summoned. I press my hand against the glass. The cold seeps into my palm, grounding me. Three weeks ago, I walked out of Marcus with nothing but the clothes on my back and a shattered mind. I was a ghost haunting my own life. Now, I have a husband who watches me like I’m the one thing he can’t look away from. I hold the keys to an underworld empire I never asked for. I’m the central target in a brutal mafia war I did not start. And I have a baby, perfectly healthy, growing inside the body of the woman who helped destroy me.

If he had divorce from her, it will only make things worse,and he will be able to marry the Russian heir . I turned back and without a word, I ran, I knew I had to warn Silvio, our marriage will have to remain a secret to the mafia.

He gave a low laugh, as if I had said something amusing. “Still stubborn.” His eyes dropped to the obsidian crest on my coat, but recognition did not reach him. “I suppose life outside the Crane family has taught you something by now. No matter how much you complained before, at least you were Mrs. Crane. What are you now? A nanny with a borrowed brooch?” “We’re divorced.” “That doesn’t change the fact that you were my wife.” Sebastian’s voice cooled. “When people mention you, they still think of the Crane name. Showing up here as hired help for the Bellandis makes me look ridiculous.”

I want her back as my wife, and I want to take her back with me immediately to my Mansion. But I know that won't really be easy, since she was the CEO here. But how did she achieve all of this in just a year of us getting divorce? This question popped into my head, and just then I remembered she has a rich father. But why didn't she go to her father's place? or what is the one that sent her here to take care of his business here? These questions popped into my head as I wished to get answers to them.

As I try to free myself from their grip my body starts to feel weaker and weaker until I faint. ************* (Dimitri P.O.V.) I sigh exhausted. I still can’t believe everything that has happened in just a few hours. Tatiana came back, I almost lost my wife who was escaping to who-knows-where behind my back due to my mother’s lies, and then I found out that Tatiana betrayed me with the son of Alessandro Esposito who is now the new head of the Italian mafia. I can’t believe I was so blind that I never realized my girlfriend was having an affair with Vincent Esposito. I feel like a fool, but I don’t have time to dwell on it, I have to find her as soon as possible. We have been looking for Tati