The Heiress Who Divorced Her Mafia Husband Novels & Stories

“Your empire. Denounce it and come work for me. I’ll make you my commander general. There can only be one mafia lord, and it will be me. No competition. Or I kill your sister.” “You must be joking,” I spat. “Say something else, or I pull the trigger.” “Luciano, please save me,” Isabella begged through the gag, tears streaming down her face. “He’s going to kill me!” “Shut up,” I snapped at her, though my heart twisted. “Let me think.” Santiago’s grin widened. “Option two: sign over sixty percent of everything you make from your drug sales. Simple.” “No. You must be out of your fucking mind, Santiago.”

"Baby, I can’t let Sean get away with what he did to you. I just can’t. I won’t rest until that man is dead." The resolve in Stone’s eyes told May he wouldn’t budge. And though her worry for his safety lingered, she couldn’t help but smile, touched by the lengths he was willing to go for her. May knew she wasn’t the same naive woman who had fallen for Sean and married him. The fearful May Kettler was gone. In her place stood May Black, the wife of a mafia boss who craved revenge. And she knew her husband always got what he wanted. "Fine," May said with a nod. "I’ll come with you to pick up your cousin. Let’s go shower."

I winced, a smile forming on my lips, another man who thought he knew me, I was going to humor him, “Well, tell me, who am I?” “You are a social climber, a fake, a lady who was brought up in wealth but never belonged, a lady filled with so much envy that she went ahead to fuck her sister's boyfriend and of course she gets pregnant and when the man despite being married to her, still didn't want her, asked her for a divorce, she went to sell herself out and lied she hustles her way to the top and now comes back faking that she is one of the social elite and is finding a way to get back her sister husband.” He smirked and then added, “How did I do?”

Yeah, he hadn't thought this through. Probably figured a mafia marriage ends like some courthouse quickie. Still, hope's a stubborn thing. He stormed off to Papa's office like he had a shot. As soon as he left, Sofia stepped up. "Signora, what do you think the Don's gonna do?" I leaned back, kept signing. "Let's see... cheats with some bar trash, burns through our money, then wants a divorce? Papa's gonna teach him what loyalty really means." Half an hour later, the whole place shook with Papa's roar.

he asked quietly. “It ends the marriage.” He stepped closer. Rain dripped from his hair onto his collar. “I don’t want this.” “Then you should’ve thought about that before you climbed into bed with her.” The words landed. He flinched. The cameras caught every second. I could already see tomorrow’s headlines. BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS DIVORCES REAL ESTATE MOGUL IN TEARS, CHEATING SCANDAL? I didn’t care. “I have to go,” I said.

Valentino replied. “I’ll talk, but we have to leave here before the security men return. They’ll kill me if they find out I escaped with the baby.” “Hold on. Fiore has to get the message of our divorce.” Aria placed an envelope on the porch. She took off her heels, placing them on the envelope. “This was his favorite shoe of mine. He can give it to his new mistress. We can leave now,” Aria said with a proud smile. It was the start of a new life for her, so I understood her happiness. For someone who had loved her abusive husband dearly, it must’ve taken a lot of determination to get out of the toxic relationship

I walked into the law office with my divorce papers clutched in my hand. Four years. Four years as Sophia Moretti, wife of James Moretti, heir to the most powerful mafia family in the city. Today, it ended. The lawyer didn’t even look up when I walked in. "I’d like to file for divorce," I said, placing the papers on his desk. He finally glanced at me—messy ponytail, faded jeans, my backpack still slung over one shoulder. His expression turned stern. "Young lady, divorce isn’t something you file on a whim."

Vivian politely made way for then to come in. "I'm Janice and this is my husband Gregory." "Vivian, pleasure to meet you." She shook hands with both of them. As Vivian led them in to take their seats, she couldn't help but notice the woman's incredibly nice figure. But it wasn't unexpected, such a fierce woman would indeed have a body to go with it, she had heard from Camilla that the woman was no ordinary wife behind her husband, but a fierce mafia woman who had dominated the southern territory of the underworld, though Vivian wasn't very certain about how the people in the underworld ran their things, she was sure that meant the woman was a big deal.

Of course, to a greater or lesser extent, everyone in Lovecraft County was involved with the mafia and even more so, involved with debts they could not pay. His wife was Italian, the daughter of one of the mafia bosses, but who got involved with a former right-hand man of a Russian mafia lord. Together, they had 6 children, the oldest was 18 years old, but she was the one who took care of the younger ones and advised her mother to divorce her violent and alcoholic father. However, one fine day, in the middle of a party, he should have been involved, but there was a meeting, which he missed because he was gambling and drinking, in addition to using the physical attractions of the girls in the

"And beyond that, it's such a... strange request." "Elena," Massimo said seriously as he met her gaze. "The mafia world cannot know I'm divorced. Unless I'm about to throw a lavish marriage for myself and my second wife, that information would make me look like a failure—and a Mafia King needs to be perfect in all matters." Massimo picked up a plate of sponge cakes and placed one of the desserts on a tiny plate. He slid the single cake over to Elena. Already distracted by the conversation topic, Elena barely reacted to the elegant selection of fancy desserts—she caught the sponge cake from going too far and falling off the table, but she wasn't in the mood to try any of it.