Novel & Cerita Vows With The Billionaire Mafia

my lips pressed together and I smiled sadly. Vladiv gazed Into my eyes and I could see the care, love, and compassion they held. He took my hand in his squeezing it soothingly and then he brought it to his lips and kissed it. "I'm sorry, I knew you were going to feel happy if they attended our wedding so I just went back to meet them after I had dropped you off at home. I needed to teach them a lesson for everything they had ever done to you. So what better way than to crush what matters to him, money and wealth? He was ready to give your hand in marriage to me so I could forget about the debt he owed me and also so he could be a part of the blue scorpion. But what he doesn't know is that he

THE WRONG VOW (Mistakenly Married to a Ruthless Billionaire) Chapter 3:The First Night as a bride Emily stared through the tinted window of the black Rolls-Royce as the city lights blurred into streaks of gold. Everything had happened too fast. Just a few hours ago, she had been arranging flowers in a bridal boutique. Now... She was legally married to the country's most feared billionaire. She lowered her head and stared at the diamond ring on her finger.

My voice was low but steady, as I walked towards him. “Now you owe me. Not just for my money, but also for the insult.” Xavier leaned against a steel support beam. He watched with a lazy interest. He was my best friend, he was also a billionaire and also ran his own empire in the mafia world. We worked together, and we believed we controlled everything because that’s the truth. He expressed it with charm, and I expressed it with silence. “Time is a currency,” my voice was calm, echoing in the empty space. “and you spent yours.”

He shakes his head and flicks the ash on the nightstand. " He never trusted you enough to tell you. Scared you were gonna run your mouth. Now let's get down to business. The Chinese wanted a drug deal. They wanted someone who's willing to ship a large scale of drugs to Asia. Your boyfriend got greedy again , outsmart me behind my back and took it. One shipping was supposed to give me a fuckin billion. But your greedy boyfriend took it. His fuckin Summit is built with greed. He's got a lot of rivals because he hurt a lot of people to be on top. He's the youngest American Mafia boss in history and he's never been caught , you know why…" Vladimir pauses again and puffs out the smoke. I'm sobbin

I'm thinking the last one was pretty spot on. " I mean- He's just Killian Russel.. a ruthless billionaire who does whatever he wants " He nodded his head. " Interesting.... " He said and I stood up. Walking away from him I silently went into a room which was just Madam A and Delilah. Madam A didn't notice me a since she was turned and Delilah didn't either. She banged her stick. " Again " Delilah prepped herself before she turned swinging her back leg up but failing to hold it.

I thought of Nicholas’s wealth, his success, his smug face plastered on magazine covers. And then I thought of myself—sitting here in this hellhole with nothing but a bottle of whiskey and nothing. Not even the Sterling Empire. I extended my hand. “Fine. I’m in.” Victor’s grin widened, but it wasn’t comforting. It was the smile of a man who had just ensnared his prey. I knew I’d made a deal with the devil. But if it meant taking down Isabella and Nicholas, I didn’t care.

he murmured. Sophia scoffed. “You think I’d let some power-hungry executive take you down? Please.” Lauren approached, phone in hand, her expression taut with urgency. “We have a problem.” Adrian’s jaw tightened. “What now?” Lauren hesitated before handing him the screen. A news article flashed before his eyes. His stomach turned to stone. BILLIONAIRE ADRIAN BLACKWOOD UNDER FIRE: NEW ACCUSATIONS SURFACE FROM HIS PAST

On top of the stack was a personal letter written in her father's unmistakable handwriting: “My dearest Elena, If you are reading this, it means the Keeper of the First Vow has found you. For twenty-five years, I believed I could outrun the true origin of our family’s wealth—a debt incurred long before the corporate towers of New York were ever built. The Vance-Ross alliance was never a business partnership. It was a blood pact forged to contain a power far older and more dangerous than any syndicate we fought. Look to the micro-film. The war for our dynasty is just beginning.” Adrian read over her shoulder, his jaw tightening into a rigid line, his striking silver-gray eyes flashing with a

“I don’t have to believe. I only have to prove it.” One of the elders cleared his throat. “Tomorrow’s vote will decide.” But Savannah felt the shift already. The wolves had gathered, their teeth bared, their eyes fixed on her belly, on her resolve, on her capacity to rule an empire built on blood and betrayal. She met Weston’s eyes across the table and whispered, almost inaudible: “Over my dead body.” He smiled as if she’d given him exactly what he wanted. *** Night fell heavy over the penthouse. Savannah stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city a blur beneath her. Glass reflected her back at her: pale, exhausted, a queen with trembling hands.

They were taken in by the elderly man in a grand mansion that resembled a palace. There, Aleah noticed numerous men in suits surrounding the estate. She discovered that her grandfather was no ordinary businessman—he was the leader of a powerful mafia group in Italy. His real name was Antonio De Luna. At the mansion, Antonio recounted the reason he hadn't been with Aleah's mother for 20 years. He was once the Alpha of a pack, but an unexpected tragedy struck, leading to the death of most of his pack members. He was blamed for failing to protect them from a deadly epidemic. The only ones he had managed to save were his own family. This incident was why he never formed another wolf pack, nor wa