The Mafia's Forgotten Wife Novels & Stories

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.

"Who's really famiglia here? An outsider gets treated better than your banker, your shield, the one who actually owns the safe house you’re flying into?" My voice dropped to a cutting whisper that silenced the room. "One would think Chiara was your Don’s wife." The penthouse elevator chimed then. Gina rushed to greet Chiara, who swept in wearing a couture dress that cost more than Dante’s last weapons shipment. "Chiara! God, I’ve missed you! Come in!" Gina took Chiara’s oversized Fendi luggage. "If only you hadn’t left for Milan after the engagement fell through—you’d be my sister for real!"

I let her go and spent the coming years watching and enjoying what her time with me did to her. There was no light in her eyes, no flames in the words she spoke and no one seemed to give a shit…i found it funny and fulfilling, she stayed silent about it like it was a bad dream and i enjoyed watching her crumbled state trying to navigate through her pathetic existence. But she forgot me. She forgot everything, the light was back in her eyes and that bastard she married…i noticed how he looked at her, how the look in his eyes changed when she lost her memories.

I could relate to it. Sierra tried to explain her side of everything that happened, but I didn’t want her to. After we finally got home, I told her I wasn’t mad, and that was the truth. However, I wished I had found her sooner. In the mafia, your wife was more than a trophy to make you look good. She was living proof of your capabilities as a leader. If your wife looked miserable, your empire would be miserable. If she looked satisfied, you wouldn’t be lacking as a leader. If she was kidnapped under your nose like mine was, your people have every right to question your ability to protect them.

“For years, my name wasn’t part of Damon Thorne’s story. I was erased from the picture by design” The room quieted. “What most people don’t know,” she continued, “is that I was Damon’s wife long before the cameras ever found him. Before the headlines. Before the scandals. We had a son. A family. And then… everything was taken from us”. She paused, steadying her breath. “There was an accident. A carefully planned one. Damon lost his memory. And those responsible used that moment to write me and our son out of his life. Celeste Whitmore was placed at his side. A woman chosen not by fate or love, but by legacy. By manipulation”.

But not Alexandro. He sat at that table like he owned the room. His father, Marco Campania, was already a legend. Ruthless, strategic, feared across Europe. But it was Alexandro who stole all the attention without saying a word. Even my uncle—the leader of the Leoni—kept glancing at him. There was something magnetic about him. Dangerous. Royal. And absolutely off-limits. You see, Alexandro had sworn never to marry anyone from the mafia. His father had been trying for years to get him to choose a wife. Every time, Alexandro refused. He had one condition: the woman he married had to be innocent. Clean. No knowledge of mafia life. No blood ties. No involvement.

With him was Layla: his wife who is just a housewife and has no responsibility in the mafia dealings. Cooking and giving birth were her thing. Three sons of the almost same age lead the soldiers to war and the eldest, the underboss, is groomed to be a boss someday. Jacob was growing old already. The other members of the group were recruited and trained in various positions to handle. And the most precious and protected, Nica Mizzeti. She was the only female child and for that, Jacob cherished her. Unlike the others, Nica wasn't trained the mafia way but as a housewife for a mafia boss.

I'm the one who kept having withdrawals for seven fvcking years. Reaching the cabinet, I retrieve the first aid kit to clean the wounds. Hades, the fvcker, should start picking his funeral song because he'll pay. Not only for hitting me but for taking my wife away from me. The condescending piece of shit always made it clear that I shouldn't be with her. She's a mafia princess, and I'm a nobody, a killer who should remain in the shadows and only come out when he's needed to take care of extracurricular activities.

Any assassin that would try at the life of their mafia lord would come for him, every shady involvement that they partook in would be by his name and so will the cuffs that would be used to arrest the boss while his family that didn’t know anything about it would go scot free, she would go scot. His wife called the shots and all she needed to do was whisper ‘I love you’ to his ear and promise him sex, that’s to top off the collection of ever changing whores that he kept. Men talk a lot when drunk and he knew all this deep down but he never accepted it. The greater part of it that he wouldn’t tell to, was easily deductible. Their daughter was just some teenage runt that I couldn’t even tell w

She sat down on my bed and I let out a little laugh "I know. I've just not had the chance to talk to my parents or anyone and since I'm not allowed to leave seeing them wasn't an option. Julius said I was in some kind of danger" I rolled my eyes and I heard her laugh. i just stared at her. "I'm sorry Vera. You married into a mafia family and now ur the wife of the now mafia don meaning your life would be in constant danger" I had my suspicions there were in the mafia ever since the day dad told me they could ruin him. The luxurious mansion added to my suspicions but she just confirmed it. "It's okay mother. It's all worth it "