Betrayed By Him: Marrying The Mafia Ghost

I had been locked in a freezing cellar for three days, starving and waiting for my husband, Marco, to save me. Instead, the iron door opened to reveal his mistress holding a toddler with Marco's exact face. Marco wasn't sterile like he had claimed for years. He just wanted my De Luca family trust funds. With my husband watching coldly, his mistress and a corrupt doctor pinned me to the concrete floor. "We're going to carve you up until you're unrecognizable, then throw you in the lake," she laughed. The most chilling part wasn't the affair. It was the realization that my mother-in-law, the mafia matriarch I had served faithfully for three years, had personally signed my death warrant to save their crumbling empire. The scalpel sliced deep into my cheek, permanently destroying my face as warm blood poured down my neck. I had given them everything. I used my family's money to pay off his secret gambling debts and endured endless insults about being a barren wife, only to realize the entire family viewed me as nothing but a pig to be slaughtered for cash. In the suffocating darkness, I didn't pray for mercy. I swore a blood oath. I didn't die in that cellar. Saved by a legendary rival boss, I stood outside the Falcone estate three weeks later. I pushed open the heavy oak doors to my own memorial service, the jagged red scar on my face silencing the hall. "I'm afraid your plans to inherit my estate will have to be postponed," I smiled at my terrified husband.

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Chapter 3

Isabella POV

Three weeks had passed since I walked into my own funeral and shattered the Falcone family's pathetic illusion. In that time, Damien Moretti had proven to be exactly what he promised: a ruthless, impenetrable shield. Today, I was attending the memorial of Enzo Moretti, a prominent Capo, not as a broken victim, but as the heir to the De Luca fortune and the personal guest of the Ghost of Chicago.

The black sedan Damien provided pulled up to the wrought-iron gates of the Moretti estate on the Gold Coast. Before my heels even touched the pavement, a woman draped in ostentatious black lace hurried toward me.

Donna Eleonora Moretti.

Years ago, when my engagement to her son Angelo was broken off in favor of the Falcones, she had looked at me with thinly veiled disdain. Now, she gripped my hands, her heavy diamond rings biting into my skin.

"Isabella, cara mia(my dear)," she cooed, her face contorted into a mask of practiced sorrow. "To see you shining like a diamond after such a terrible ordeal... it is a miracle. You belong with us, where you will be truly cherished."

I stared into her eyes. There was no sympathy there, only a ravenous hunger for the De Luca wealth and the power my new proximity to Damien represented. The Falcones had taught me a brutal lesson: every smile in our world concealed a blade aimed at your heart.

"Thank you, Donna Eleonora," I replied, my voice perfectly polite, perfectly hollow. I gently but firmly extracted my hands from hers. She and her son were instantly added to my list of liabilities.

Inside the cavernous main hall, the air was thick with the scent of lilies and expensive cologne. After paying my respects to the grieving family, I felt a presence beside me.

"Izzy." Angelo Moretti’s voice was pitched low, dripping with a manufactured intimacy. He leaned in, smelling of scotch and desperation. "Seeing you here... it brings back so many memories of when we were young. I never stopped thinking about what we could have been."

I offered a noncommittal hum, my gaze sweeping the room. That was when I spotted her.

Standing near a marble pillar was a young woman in a dress far too tight and bright for a memorial. Genevieve 'Vivi' Russo. She was glaring at us, her painted lips pressed into a furious, bloodless line.

Beside me, Angelo shifted. In the briefest pause of his monologue, he shot a glance over my shoulder. It lasted barely two seconds—a look that started as a frantic plea for patience and instantly hardened into an irritated warning.

I almost laughed. It was the exact same look Marco used to give Angelica when I wasn't looking. Angelo thought he was playing a brilliant game, but to me, he was just another fool dancing on a trapdoor.

Twenty minutes later, seeking a reprieve from the suffocating crowd, I found myself in a dimly lit, mahogany-paneled library. Angelo had followed me like a stray dog. Genevieve hovered near the doorway, sulking, while Angelo’s cousin, Sofia Moretti, sat quietly in a leather armchair, observing the room with sharp, intelligent eyes.

A family Associate approached us. "Can I get you anything to drink, Miss De Luca?"

Before I could answer, Angelo puffed out his chest. "An Old Fashioned. Single ice sphere, with a toasted orange peel. She loves that flavor." He beamed at me, desperate to prove his devotion in front of his cousin.

I didn't look at him. Instead, I turned my gaze to the doorway, letting my eyes rest coldly on his mistress. "I believe Miss Russo might need a drink as well," I told the Associate smoothly.

Angelo panicked. Without thinking, the words tumbled out of his mouth. "Get her a Bee's Knees. Just use the moonshine from the backyard stash, heavy on the honey. She can't handle the good stuff."

The silence that crashed down on the library was deafening.

Sofia’s eyebrows shot up toward her hairline. A man did not know the highly specific, unrefined liquor preferences of a random guest unless he was intimately acquainted with her late-night habits.

The blood drained from Angelo’s face, then rushed back in a violent, guilty flush. "I... I think I heard Isabella mention it once," he stammered, the lie so pathetic it hung in the air like a bad smell.

Under Sofia’s piercing, analytical stare, Angelo practically vibrated with nervous energy. Muttering a fractured excuse about needing to check on his mother, he turned and practically fled the room.

I took a slow breath, letting the silence stretch. I didn't need to say a word; Angelo had just handed me the rope to hang him with. I turned my attention to Sofia, calculating exactly how to use her impeccable reputation to finish what her idiot cousin had just started.

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"All I want is your body for a night. Give it to me, and I'll see to it that your mother survives. That was the proposal. cold, ruthless, and unstoppable. It was never intended for Scarlett Boone to come into contact with the underworld. But when hope was evaporating and her mother's life was in jeopardy, desperation drove her to take a risky risk and kiss a stranger in the dark. Everything changed on that one kiss. The unidentified individual? Fearsome Mafia Don Jaxon Creed was a cold-blooded billionaire who was accustomed to getting his way. And he wants Scarlett immediately. Just one evening. Not a thing. However, both of them are unwilling to confront some things that are buried deep in their history. Jaxon's demand for one night turns into a hazardous addiction as his obsession grows. Additionally, the price of that night might be higher than any of them had anticipated when lust and treachery clash. It was a desperate bargain. a passion from which neither can break free. and a history that has the power to destroy everything. Will one careless evening burn them both to ashes or spark something genuine?

Billionaire Mafia Modern

8.7

He Saw Her, Not His Wife

8.7

My husband of three years, tech mogul Harrison Lang, has severe face blindness. So I became a brand, not a wife, wearing only blue and Chanel No. 5 so he could recognize me. But at a party in Cannes, I watched him walk through a crowd of hundreds and embrace his mistress, Kassie, with a look of pure joy. He saw her instantly. Later that night, I was mistakenly arrested. I screamed his name for help. He looked right at me and told the police, "I don't know her." He left me to rot in a French jail cell, claiming he didn't recognize me without my "uniform." But how could he see her in a gold dress, yet not his own wife being dragged away? It wasn't his illness; it was his heart. It had learned her face, but never bothered with mine. Now, years later, he' s had me arrested again at my own art show. But as the cuffs click shut, an old fire captain steps forward. "I was at the wildfire that caused his condition," he tells the police, looking at Harrison. "And I know the girl who saved his life." Then, he points directly at me-at the star-shaped scar on my wrist.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.5

His Crode Clutches

8.5

He's dangerous. He's Cruel. Rosa's life had always been ordinary... until she met Killian Salvatore, the enigmatic and dangerously captivating man who awakens desires she can't control. To the world, Killian was a respected professor, calm, brilliant, untouchable. But behind closed doors, he ruled the underworld as a ruthless Mafia lord. As their forbidden bond of lust and desire deepens, Rosa begins to uncover secrets and painful truths that threaten not only her heart but her very existence. Because Killian's role as a professor was never real, it was a disguise driven by revenge and vengeance born from a dark past. Meanwhile Killian found himself chained in obsession which had no limits. He was deadly obsessed. Insane! He tried to bury their poisoned past which was uncovered with her tears and betrayal. He was her obsession, her tormentor, her danger, responsible for the tragedy that shattered her past. Torn between love, betrayal and vengeance, Rosa must navigate a world of lies, passion, and ruthless power, where every choice could be her last. In a twisted game of hearts and cruelty, can love survive when betrayal lurks in every corner and when the one who holds her heart may also hold the key to her destruction? NOTE: DARK ROMANCE OBSESSIVE BOOK. SO BE AWARE.

Action Mafia Romance

8.2

Mafia Princess's Vengeance for Lost Heir

8.2

At my ten-week ultrasound, I was supposed to be celebrating the future of the Falcone family. I was Isabella Falcone, wife to the most powerful Don in the south. But when the nurse called my name, the man who stood up beside his pregnant mistress was my husband. In the sterile silence of that waiting room, he chose her. He later confessed he was being blackmailed by her family-a weakness that was a death sentence in our world. That night, he moved his mistress into our home, into my bedroom, and locked me away like a prisoner in the staff quarters. He wasn't imprisoning his wife; he was guarding an asset. He needed the legitimate heir I carried to save his crumbling empire. His betrayal was absolute when his own mother and my adoptive parents arrived while he was away. They forced me to sign divorce papers, then told me they were taking me to a clinic. His mother pulled out a gun and pointed not at my head, but at my stomach. "We're terminating this complication," she said coldly. As they dragged me from the house, my world went dark. But through the haze, I saw a fleet of black cars blocking the gate. An army of men poured out, led by a face I had only ever seen in a photograph. Days earlier, locked in my room, I made a single phone call to the only man more powerful than my husband: my biological father, the head of the Chicago Outfit. And he had come to collect his daughter.

Mafia Modern Romance

9.2

Mistakenly Yours

9.2

"I have a doctor's appointment Thursday," Lily heard herself say. "Nine AM. Midtown Medical Center." It wasn't an invitation. Not exactly. But it wasn't a rejection either. Jasper's throat worked. "I'll be there." "Don't-" She stopped, reconsidered. "Don't come if you're going to treat it like a business meeting. Don't come if you're going to bring contracts or lawyers or-" "I'll come as your..." He hesitated, searching for the word. "As someone who cares what happens in that room." The lawyer cleared his throat softly, a reminder of the unsigned documents between them.

Mafia Modern

9.1

Mr. Mafia's Obsession: His Darkest Desire

9.1

Elena’s life shatters when she is forced into a dangerous arrangement with Dante, a ruthless and powerful mafia boss. Trapped in his shadow, she must navigate a world of violence and secrets while he becomes increasingly obsessed with her. As Dante’s dark desires consume him, Elena struggles to survive his possessive grip. Their volatile connection blurs the line between fear and passion, leading to a high-stakes game of loyalty and betrayal.

Action Mafia Romance

Betrayed By Him: Marrying The Mafia Ghost

Chapter 3

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