Betrayed, Then Claimed by the Mafia King (18+)

"I'm going to fuck all of Vincent's memory out of you," he murmurs. "You're Carter's woman now." ★★★★★ At just 21, Lyla Rose thought she had it all; a loving husband, a powerful mafia family, and a future she believed was secure. But everything comes crashing down when a medical report reveals she's infertile. Vincent Ricci, her ruthless mafia husband, can't tolerate that one imperfection. In a brutal, heartless move, he divorces her and replaces her with Maria, the fertile woman who can give him the heir Lyla never could. But that's just the beginning. Refusing to be discarded so easily, Lyla struggles to let go. But when Vincent plans to lock her away in a basement, everything changes. Carter Ricci, Vincent's cold, calculating uncle, steps in. He takes her to his penthouse, promising to protect her, cherish her, and vowing he's nothing like his nephew. But Carter has his own dark secrets. And once they're revealed, everything Lyla thought she knew about him will be shattered. When Vincent realizes the mistake he's made, regret consumes him and he comes to take her back. But Carter has no intention of letting her go. He's claimed her, body and soul. Now Lyla must choose: Will she return to the man who shattered her, or stay with the one who trapped her in a web of lies and manipulation? And can Carter really hold onto the woman he took through deceit, or will his dark past destroy everything they've built? ★★★★★ TROPES YOU'LL LOVE ✔️ Ex-husband's uncle ✔️ Mafia x secrets ✔️ Betrayal & forbidden love ✔️ Innocent x ruthless ✔️ Age gap ✔️ Dominant x submissive ✔️ Dark obsession ✔️ Lies & twisted romance

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Chapter 2

Lyla Rose

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"Why, her?" I croak out, my voice trembling, but not from fear. From the pain, the rage. "Why?" My eyes burn with the tears I refuse to shed, but I feel them gathering at the corners.

He leans in, his breath hot against my ear. "Because she's going to give me what I need. A fucking heir. Something you can't do." His hands drop from my face, his eyes locking on mine, unblinking. He steps back, his expression devoid of warmth, like he's already gone somewhere I can't reach. "So yes, I'm divorcing you. Tomorrow."

"I will end her and then we'll see what happens. I'll carve her open, and you won't be able to do a damn thing," I warn and I mean every word.

He freezes, his body stiffening as he slowly turns to face me. The playful mask vanishes, leaving only sharp angles and dark intent. "Rose, I swear to God, if you lay a finger on Maria, I will lock you up in the basement and throw away the key. You will never see the light of day again." He jabs a finger in my direction, his eyes wild. "Do not test me on this."

"Oh, yeah? So protective of another woman, huh?" I laugh bitterly, but my chest aches. "Protective of a woman who isn't even your wife yet."

His jaw tightens, his eyes darkening to a stormy blue. "She's going to be my wife. The mother of my children. Of course I'm protective of her." He steps closer, his voice hardening. "Something you would understand if you could carry my baby." He spits the words like venom. "But you can't."

I swallow the sting in my throat, the desperate need for him still clawing at me, but I force it down. "That's not all I am..." My voice trembles, but I push on, "I love you, and I don't want you marrying another woman. Why is that so hard to understand?"

"Why?!" I scream again, my voice hoarse, raw with emotion.

"Because I need a fucking heir! I need a damn son to carry on my legacy!" He shouts back, his anger matching mine, his voice echoing through the walls. "You can't give me that!" His fist slams into the table, rattling everything on it. "I love you, Rose! But I need a damn heir!"

"I don't need your love. Just don't marry another woman." My voice lashes out as I shove him back, feeling a spark of power surge through me.

He stumbles, taken aback by my sudden strength. "Stop it, Rose!" His voice drops, the warning low, but it has no effect. "I'm getting married tomorrow. End of discussion." His hands smooth down his suit as if he's preparing to leave, to walk away from this entire mess. "I have a wedding to plan." He turns his back to me, moving toward the door.

"I won't divorce you." The words fall calmly from my lips, even though my chest is tight, empty inside.

He pauses, then slowly turns to face me, his eyes cold, calculating, as if sizing me up for the first time. "You don't have a choice." His voice is quiet, almost threatening. "I'm ending this marriage tomorrow, whether you like it or not." He steps forward, towering over me now, his presence suffocating.

"I won't sign the divorce papers, so you can't marry Maria," I say simply, shrugging my tiny shoulders, as if the weight of the situation isn't pressing down on me at all.

He stares at me, disbelief creeping into his blue eyes. "Are you kidding me right now?" He laughs, but there's a flash of something darker there. "You think I can't force you to sign?" He leans down, his face so close to mine that I can feel his breath on my skin. "I'm the fucking mafia don, Rose."

"I won't sign it." I chant the words stubbornly, my resolve hardening with each passing moment.

His patience snaps. He grabs my arms roughly, his grip bruising. "You will sign those papers tomorrow morning before I walk down that aisle!" He shakes me slightly, his eyes wild with anger and desperation. "I will drag you kicking and screaming if I have to. Do you understand me?"

"I won't!" I scream, the sound of my voice raw, louder than before, shaking with emotion.

In an instant, he slams me against the wall, his large hand pinning my wrists above my head. His body pressed against mine, his face inches from mine, but there's no comfort, no love, just cold control. "You're acting like a child, Rose." His voice is eerily calm now, and it cuts deeper than any shout. "If you don't sign those papers voluntarily, I'll make you." His eyes darken further as he releases my wrists and loosens his tie. "The basement has no windows."

"You'll lock me up for what? So you can marry a fucking whore, huh?" The words come out as a slap to his face, my anger boiling over. I slap him hard, the sting of my palm matching the pain in my chest.

His face twists with fury, the slap reddening his cheek instantly. He grips my wrist, his fingers digging painfully into my skin. "Watch your mouth, Rose." His voice drops to a low, dangerous growl. "Maria is not a whore. She's a lady."

"I don't care! You're not divorcing me!" I scream louder, my body shaking with rage.

With a vicious motion, he releases my wrist and backhands me across the face, the force sending me stumbling. "Enough!" His roar reverberates through the room, his anger taking over. "You're giving me no choice! Tomorrow morning, you'll be drugged and forced to sign! Then I'm marrying Maria, and you'll be locked in the basement where you can't hurt her. I won't have my useless wife hurting the woman who's going to be the mother of my child!" His footsteps thunder as he storms toward the door. "Deal with it."

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My husband, the Capo of New York, gripped my hand as we walked into the soundproofed room. He wasn't there to save me. He was there to watch the family doctor carve out my mind. A stranger named Sofia claimed I had sold her to a brothel twelve years ago. It was a lie. But Dante looked at me with cold marble eyes, believing the woman sobbing in his arms over the wife he had vowed to protect. "Sit, Elena," he ordered. He strapped me into the chair. He watched as they injected liquid fire into my veins to force a confession. He dragged me to the kennels, forcing me to feed the dogs I was terrified of, and watched as they tore into my flesh. He even locked me in a freezer to "cool off" my jealousy. The final straw wasn't the pain. It was hearing him plan a Vow Renewal with Sofia, intending to parade me as her Maid of Honor to teach me humility. I realized then that Elena Moretti had to die. So, I set the hospital room on fire. I left my wedding ring in the ashes and vanished into the night. Six months later, Dante found me in Paris. He fell to his knees, begging for forgiveness. I looked at him with dead eyes and handed him a knife. "Kill yourself," I said. "That is the only way I will believe you are sorry."

Mafia Modern Romance

8.7

He Chose Her Lies, I Chose Revenge

8.7

I was the spare daughter of the Vitiello crime family, born solely to provide organs for my golden sister, Isabella. Four years ago, under the codename "Seven," I nursed Dante Moretti, the Don of Chicago, back to health in a safe house. I was the one who held him in the dark. But Isabella stole my name, my credit, and the man I loved. Now, Dante looked at me with nothing but cold disgust, believing her lies. When a neon sign crashed down on the street, Dante used his body to shield Isabella, leaving me to be crushed under twisted steel. While Isabella sat in a VIP suite crying over a scratch, I lay broken, listening to my parents discuss if my kidneys were still viable for harvest. The final straw came at their engagement gala. When Dante saw me wearing the lava stone bracelet I had worn in the safe house, he accused me of stealing it from Isabella. He ordered my father to punish me. I took fifty lashes to my back while Dante covered Isabella's eyes, protecting her from the ugly truth. That night, the love in my heart finally died. On the morning of their wedding, I handed Dante a gift box containing a cassette tape-the only proof that I was Seven. Then, I signed the papers disowning my family, threw my phone out the car window, and boarded a one-way flight to Sydney. By the time Dante listens to that tape and realizes he married a monster, I will be thousands of miles away, never to return.

Action Mafia Romance

9.6

I Unknowingly Stole The Mafia Don's Daughter

9.6

Dante, a high-ranking mafia figure, discovers that his daughter has been missing. Meanwhile, an unsuspecting man finds himself caring for a lost little girl, unaware of her dangerous lineage. As he bonds with the child, he inadvertently draws the attention of the city's most feared criminal organization. Caught in a web of underground politics and sudden fatherhood, he must navigate a deadly world where a simple act of kindness leads to a life-threatening romance.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.6

Mafia Queen to First Lady: A Reborn Pact with the President

8.6

Leland, the world's most eligible bachelor and powerful President, was rumored to be in love-with Valerie, the nation's favorite punchline. Once rejected by his nephew and scorned for her looks, Valerie faced public outrage for "leeching" off Leland's status and entering government circles. Elite society mocked, rivals sneered. But the tables turned: the mafia king was spotted carrying her bags, scientists begged for her help, and Valerie saved the nation. As chaos erupted, Leland posted on the presidential account. "My wife wants to dump me-how do I win her back? Urgent advice needed!"

Mafia Modern Romance

7.7

Mr. Knight, Your Ex is a Lab Mogul

7.7

On the night of their fifth wedding anniversary, Jolie Knight cooked an entire dinner herself. But it wasn't until nearly ten o'clock that Kaden Knight finally came home-and the first thing he did was head straight for the shower. The food on the table had already gone cold. Jolie dumped everything into the trash without hesitation. When she picked up the jacket Kaden had tossed onto the couch, planning to throw it in the wash, her fingers pulled out a lace T-back thong from the pocket. It wasn't the first time she had received that girl's little provocations. Including this one, it was the ninety-ninth. The bathroom door swung open, and Kaden stepped out. He was shirtless, with a white towel loosely hanging around his waist. He glanced at the pink lace thong in her hand and barely reacted, only lifting a lazy eyebrow. "Larry can be childish. You don't need to get worked up over her," he said. Jolie's eyes traveled over the face she used to adore-still handsome, still familiar. How had things fallen apart in less than five years? But it didn't matter; she had promised herself that after forgiving him 99 times, she would divorce him. The 99th time had arrived, and their marriage was over. "I've decided to join the three-year closed research project you mentioned last time."

Mafia Modern Romance

7.6

Not Just A Nanny: The Genius Returns

7.6

I spent five years as the perfect wife to Easton Harrington, smoothing his midnight-blue ties and fading into the wallpaper of his massive estate. I thought I was the heart of our family, but I was really just a ghost in a sensible beige dress. The illusion shattered at a charity gala when Easton’s "family friend," Georgina, appeared in a gown that matched his suit perfectly. While they basked in the flashbulbs as a golden couple, I was literally pushed into the velvet ropes by a cameraman. No one noticed. Then my four-year-old son, Holt, slapped my hand away in front of the city's elite. "Don't touch me! You're not my mom, you're just the nanny. Daddy said so." The room went silent, but Easton didn't defend me. He just looked annoyed that I was causing a scene, making a sharp shooing motion for me to take the boy away. Beside him, Georgina feigned shock while her eyes crinkled in pure amusement. I realized then that I wasn't his partner; I was a placeholder. They had stripped me of my dignity and even my child's love, treating my five years of devotion like a temporary staff position. I didn't scream. I just slid off the Harrington heirloom ring, tossed it into a fountain, and walked out into the night. Easton thinks I’m a penniless housewife who won’t last a week without his credit cards. He doesn't know that I’m Dr. Althea Morrison, the "prodigy" researcher his company has been begging to hire. I'm not asking for alimony, and I'm not begging for a second chance. I’m returning to the lab to build an empire that will bring his to its knees.

Mafia Modern Romance

Betrayed, Then Claimed by the Mafia King (18+)

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