The Heiress Who Divorced Her Mafia Husband Novels & Stories

I tell him, flashing a smile at the onlookers as we swayed to the music. "They are looking for some action, you know. We are supposed to be happily married, mia moglie." The accents rolls off of his tongue as he calls me 'my wife' and directly tickles me in the core. We are going to have a problem if his accent turns me on when it appears only when he lies. "Everyone in the high society knows how arranged and business marriages work." I roll my eyes. "Trust me, these people cannot wait to have the cake and go home and gossip about how Paige Mathewson, the crazy bitch, ended up with this catch." I nod in his direction.

Once she was fully conscious she looked around the room and sat up slowly on the bed. She tried to remember what happened before she went unconscious. And then she remembered. Everything played like a reel in her head and her breath hitched. She remembered how her husband had shoved a piece of cloth into her face and made her unconscious . Tears jammed in her eyes knowing that her husband isn't a common man but a mafia. Mafia of Russia. The picture of him shooting the man played in front of her eyes and her hands trembled as her heart wrenched. She is terrified of him. She no more wants to stay with him. She wants to run away from him. She tried to escape and he made her unconscious and brou

But her world shatters when her boyfriend betrays her, and her family forces her into a cold, arranged marriage with Cristiano Vitelli—a man she’s never met. On their wedding night, he demands an heir. The next morning, she discovers he already has a girlfriend. And soon after, she learns—he's not just a businessman. He's the ruthless Mafia King of Eastern Italy. But nothing could prepare Siena for the truth that unravels next. Her entire life was a lie. She’s not who she thinks she is. She was stolen as a child… and is the lost heiress of a powerful family.

Their triplets Nathan, Owen, and Isabella drew the eyes of all with their striking appearances and flamboyant outfits. Nathan was in a tailored navy suit, Owen in a classic black tuxedo, and Isabella in an elegant evening gown that shimmered with every step. However, at a corner of the room, there was just one person who couldn't quite bring herself to smile like the others, and this figure was Olivia Mack, the second daughter of the celebrant and stepsister to the Finance Minister. Less than two months ago, Olivia had finalized her divorce from her ex-husband Adam, and the pain of it was still fresh.

Hidden under the name Zairayah—the mysterious investor with no surname. He had always been curious about that investor, but I never revealed my identity. I didn't want him to feel intimidated. "I am done loving you, Ethan Evans," I whispered quietly, imagining what my life would look like without him. Everything we built together was destroyed because of his childhood sweetheart, Mia Walker. And today— I will be the one asking for a divorce.

“Now that you say it… she does look like Mrs. Turner.” Janine smiles thinly. “She was under our noses this entire time. A fucking billionaire heiress right here in our home married to our son. I think she found out that she was wealthy and decided to divorce our boy to keep it all to herself.” “She’s divorcing him because he cheated,” her husband counters. “And had another baby on the way. And abandoned her when she fell down the stairs and hit her head.” Janine scoffs. “ Those are just fucking excuses.”

Jax didn't laugh. He stepped closer, leaned on the desk, and looked at me with pity. "Enough, Alessia." He sounded arrogant, like he was scolding a disobedient pet. "Go home and clean up your mess. If you keep this up, I promise you won't even get to be my wife." He thought losing my shares meant I'd be nothing but an accessory, begging at his feet. He severely underestimated me. I am the sole heiress of the Valeriano family, the biggest Mafia clan in Sicily.

’ He was begging her. But why does it sound like a warning? He inhaled and added, in a gentle tone that was reserved for her—and her only, ‘I don’t want you to get hurt.’ What? The shock revelation in his words gave her the strength to push him away and he budged. Standing at an arm’s length from him, she glared furiously. ‘You mean ‘you’ll’ get hurt. I know how you feel about me. But I’m not some ordinary girl. I’m the daughter of a Cousin. I’M THE MAFIA KING’S WIFE!’

When she fell in love, she was not yet seventeen years old. She was very innocent and did not understand the evils of the world. She saw things with a rosy look... At that time, he was a widower suffering from the departure of his wife and left a baby who was only days old.. Then she fell in love with this child. She became attached to him a lot, to be followed by his father's love.. and she married him despite her mother's opposition at that time because he was much older than her and to bear the responsibility of a child that was not insignificant.. and how right her mother was. Only a few months passed and she discovered the nature of his work.. he is Fabio Giovanni, the head of the Itali

His jaw tightened until the muscle ticked. Then came the words I’d been expecting. “I want you to divorce Cassandra,” he snapped. “This charade has gone on long enough. Fulfill the original agreement. Marry my daughter, as it was intended.” He straightened, eyes gleaming with the weight of his position—the second most powerful Don in the mafia circle. But me? I just laughed. The sound was slow—like ice cracking through glass. Eduardo shifted uncomfortably in his seat, and when I stopped, the smile on my lips was razor-thin.