The Mafia's Forgotten Wife Novels & Stories

“The woman? She’s not on any employee records. Apparently, she rents a room upstairs and works part-time managing the register. Paid under the table.” He turned to her now. “Name?” Amanda hesitated. “I asked the shop owner. She said the woman goes by Lena Hart.” The name dropped like ice water down his spine. Dominic sat up straighter. “Say that again.” “Lena Hart,” Amanda repeated. “Why?” His mind went blank for a split second. No. It can’t be. “She was my wife,” he said flatly. Amanda’s jaw dropped. “Wait—that’s Lena Hart? The one from the contract marriage thing?”

Instead, there was something in his eyes that I'd never seen before, and it looked to me like he was begging and pleading with me instead. He was begging me to go back to him. I looked at him just then, blood now flowing out of his arm to his wrist, and yet, he still wasn't aware of it. He was the mafia Don, now standing in the lobby of this Grandavian hotel and begging his ex-wife to go home with him in full view of everyone else. This was the first time I'd ever seen him like this in my seven years of marriage to him. However, it was too late.

“Oh, that was a long time ago. I’m here to rebuild our partnership. After the scandal with you and your wife, I thought I’d give you a chance to get back to your famous life.” I stared at him, unimpressed. “Famous life? I left the mafia because my wife asked me to, not because of some scandal. Don’t twist it.” “That’s exactly my point,” he said, leaning forward. “Why should your wife decide what’s best for you?”

As she watched the dark figure of Pedro fading away as he exited the mansion "This… this can't be," she muttered as her throat turned dry. The cold liquid formed on her forehead making her anxious. If she weren't mistaken Ramirez equals the mafia. And that link to one woman, "Clara Ramirez "she mumbled out the name of the woman who destroyed her life. The same woman who bewitched her husband against her The memories were still fresh even if they happened yesterday "Madam you called" one of Antonia's trusted men entered the bedroom and closed it. Antonia was sitting on her bed elegantly

Die old, die quiet, and die forgotten. But this... God... this was turning into a fucking nightmare. And I was the moron who’d walked straight into the jaws. In a mafia world, you don’t learn rules… you learn consequences. Debts that start as favors and end with mouths sewn shut, families who smile while they decide which part of you they’ll collect when the interest comes due. Marriages that look like alliances but feel like slow executions, vows signed in blood where the bride walks in breathing and walks out owned, because there are only two ways to leave… buried or erased.

“Thank you. God, Luciano… thank you.” He laughed; a real, warm sound and pulled me down onto the grass with him. We lay there tangled together, his fingers in my hair, and my head on his chest. For a few stolen minutes, the mafia world felt far away. There was only sunlight, his heartbeat, and the fragile hope that maybe we could build something real. But peace never lasted long in this life. That evening, after Luciano left to handle a call from the warehouse, a soft knock sounded on the door. Valerie slipped inside, eyes wide with urgency.

“You won’t hurt my sisters.” A brow lifted sharply. “No?” We locked eyes. I searched for any flicker of bluff, but he was a fortress. Yet even if he spared Mira and Luna, what about Papà? “And your wife—what does she say about you kidnapping a woman for your son?” “My wife died long ago.” A knot twisted deep in my gut. Had he killed her? Or was she a victim of some bloody vendetta? The mafia was a merciless beast—why Mama fought to keep us safe.

But three years ago, on that rainy night, she had been pale with fear but still found the courage to take him home, covered in blood. As he drifted in and out of consciousness, he saw her crying over his wounds and knew, with perfect clarity, that she still loved him. So, marry her. It was a way to repay her kindness, and… a way to finally cut Angelina out of his heart for good. A Mafia marriage came with endless complications. To avoid them, he suggested they keep it a secret. He didn't know then that it would become the biggest regret of his life. For three years after they were married, he stopped contacting Angelina.

Mary understood immediately and waved her hand to signal the secretary to leave. When only Ivanka, Mary, and Lucas remained in the room, Ivanka took out a thick stack of documents from her handbag and placed it in front of Mary. Mary could see the tension on Ivanka’s face. Ivanka pointed at the documents and said, “This is a list recording the old mafia families of Union State that were once defeated by the previous Dons of Salvaria.” Mary read through the pages, her expression filled with shock. She knew that from many generations ago up until her father’s era, Salvaria had been known as a dark mafia family that had committed many dirty deeds.

Then, it hit him that he had only ordered his men to remove her, not specifying where. Apparently, they had simply thrown her outside. "Mom, keep your voice down! What if someone hears?" Angelina panicked, Maria retorted, "What about it? Everything we did was for your own good." "But..." "But what? Hiring fake kidnappers, having Antonio ambush the scene to create chaos... You instructed these things!" Henson's hands began to shake; every word struck his heart like a hammer. Maria's voice grew sharper as she hissed, "Remember what happened back then? Swapping Leo and Vincenzo's DNA samples, forging the paternity report, paying off the dock workers to create that 'accident'... None of this was