Vows With The Billionaire Mafia Novels & Stories

Her eyes darted as she tried to understand my point. “You need a certain kind of stupidity is required or insolence to offend not just one but three Mafia gangs.” I took a sip, ran my fingers against the rim and smirked. She watched everything I did. “He snitched on the Vipers after he promised them thirty weapons that would be imported from Istanbul. They were sold planks instead and he ran off with the money. He then shared a bed with the daughter and wife of the Capo of The Crows. Two times, placed a watch bearing his name on her dresser and then made her take him to her husband's safe where he ran off with a whole lot of gold, what he did with those money, I can't tell.”

I heard the footsteps coming from both sides of me, but I didn’t care. They were about to grab me when a voice came through. “Enough.” It was just one word. But the room went silent immediately. The crowd parted. And through it walked a man in a black suit. There was power in his every step. Jesse Black. Rumor had it he was old money, with new power—his fortune rooted in global real estate, tech empires, and the kind of offshore accounts you couldn’t trace. Some said he had ties to the mafia. Others said his background was worse. No one dared confirm it nor did anyone dare to ask. I wondered what he was doing in such an event like this but I didn’t have much time to think.

Ethan held out his hand. "Then we have a deal. Six months. We stay married. I help you get revenge. You help me keep my inheritance. Then we divorce and go our separate ways." I stared at his hand. This was insane. Agreeing to stay married to someone I didn't know, planning revenge like some kind of villain in a movie. But Marcus had betrayed me. Sophia had betrayed me. My mother cared more about appearances than my happiness. And I was done being the good daughter who took everything quietly.

No questions were asked. Valentina stood where the vows had been spoken, her fingers trembling as they brushed the diamond resting on her left hand. The stone caught the candlelight, scattering tiny sparks across the blood-stained marble. She curled her fingers into a fist. The ring bit into her skin. It wasn't heavy because of the diamonds. It was heavy because, with a single vow, she had become Mrs. De Luca. The cathedral doors swung open. A wall of camera flashes exploded across the steps, so bright Valentina instinctively narrowed her eyes. Voices crashed into one another as reporters surged against the barricades, microphones stretching into the air like reaching hands.

They were completely glazed over with pain, his face completely pale in the shadows. He looked down at the blood soaking his shirt, let out a harsh, wet cough, and then looked right at me. "I told you," he whispered, his voice incredibly weak but still laced with that stubborn, arrogant mafia pride. "Nobody touches what's mine." And then, the billionaire king of Wall Street slumped forward and passed out completely cold on the floor of the SUV.

Outside the glass walls, New York continued its relentless pace. Inside the office... Both women had the same realization. For years, Luca Elios Hernaez had built his empire with discipline, precision, and absolute control. But if there was one thing no billionaire could ever control... It was the human heart. Neither of them knew that, at that very moment... Their brother wasn't negotiating another billion-dollar acquisition. He was standing on the porch of a modest two-story home... Trying to convince the only woman who had ever made Luca Hernaez accept the word...

I sighed exasperatingly. "Mafia! Perfect, Ivory, perfect!" I stared at her as of she'd gone mad. She stood up and came to my side. She grabbed my hand and shook me slightly. "You're married to a mafia billionaire. Awwww, how does it feel living my dream, baby?" She sighed dreamily and smiled widely. "Are you sure you're okay, Ava? We're talking about mafias here. They're dangerous and they're capable of many bad things."

“But you don't know him, Lila. He’s not like that. Not always. He’s... he's hurt. He's just scared.” “He’s hurt? He’s scared?” Lila sounded like I had just told her the sky was green. “He is a billionaire, Sophia! He is a shark! He eats scared people for breakfast. He is paying you to be his wife. That is the deal!” “I know what the deal is!” I snapped, my own voice rising. I was defending him. I was defending this strange, warm, new feeling.

Story Title: Shadow Vows Author: Feylume Genre: Dark Romance, Mafia, Forced Marriage, Possessive Billionaire, Explicit Erotica Main Characters: • Aurora Vale – 24, strong-willed, beautiful with long wavy brown hair and fiery spirit. Daughter of a man who owes a huge debt to the mafia. • Lucien Voss – 36, ruthless mafia king / billionaire, tall, muscular, black hair, cold blue eyes, extremely dominant, dangerous, and possessive.

“Three? You want to make him offer us three billion dollars?” Magda noticed even Darya thought Dimi might be a bit over the top and she watched her hands shaking. Yup. Dimi was pissed on her behalf. It suddenly felt good to have the backing of the daughter of the most ruthless mafia kingpin in the country. “A billion each? Let’s find out if when a billionaire gets their first billion how long it takes for the devil to show up.” On the beach the girls had held an entire discussion whether earning a billion got you a deal with the devil and Magda found herself wondering if Dimi might have already made it. Her face was far more wicked than she’d ever seen it.