FRAMED FOR MURDER WHILE PREGNANT: NOW I'M THE MAFIA'S WIFE

I was going to tell my husband I was finally pregnant. Instead, I found police at my door, arresting me for his murder. Someone faked Chris's death and framed me with a man I've never met: Von Castellano, whose wife conveniently provided evidence against us both. The proof is flawless. The conspiracy is airtight. And I'm thrown into a men's prison where I lose everything, including my baby. But Chris isn't dead. He's alive, living in paradise with my high school rival and my company's fortune, after poisoning me for years to ensure I'd never have his child. Von isn't just any man. He's the secret son of a mafia king, and he's ready to reclaim the throne he abandoned. Now we're married. Not for love but for survival. For revenge. For power. They destroyed us once. Together, we'll become the nightmare they never saw coming. Because I don't forgive. And I never forget.

Chapters

Chapter 2

Von POV

I was in a board meeting when my perfect life ended.

Twenty-three investors, a multi-million dollar security contract on the table, and my phone wouldn't stop buzzing. I ignored it. This deal was too important, three years of work coming together in a single presentation.

"As you can see from our track record," I continued, advancing the slide, "Castellano Security Consulting has never had a breach."

My phone lit up again. Becca. The third call in ten minutes.

Guilt pricked at me. My wife had been distant lately, stressed about something she wouldn't discuss. But the investors were leaning forward, interested. Just thirty more minutes.

"Excuse me for one moment." I silenced the phone. "Our cybersecurity division employs former government operatives..."

The conference room doors burst open.

Four officers flooded in, hands on their holsters. "Von Castellano?"

Every head turned. I remained seated, forcing calm. "I'm Von Castellano. What's this about?"

"Stand up. You're under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder."

The words hung like smoke. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Stand up and put your hands behind your back."

"There must be some mistake." I rose slowly, aware of twenty-three pairs of eyes on me. "I haven't murdered anyone."

The detective showed me a photo. A woman. Dark hair, striking features, defiant eyes even in what appeared to be a mugshot.

I stared, searching my memory but no remembrance of who the person might be. "Who is this?"

"Marissa Hale. Your mistress."

A laugh escaped from my mouth. " Wait, this is a joke right? Because what do you mean my mistress? I've never seen this woman in my life."

"You and Ms. Hale are being charged with the murder of Christopher Hale. Her husband."

The room spun. This was insane. "I don't know anyone named Marissa Hale. I don't know anyone named Christopher Hale."

The detective's partner flipped open a folder. Photos of me entering a hotel, except it wasn't me. Text messages supposedly from my phone. Receipts from restaurants I'd never visited.

"This is fabricated," I said. "All of it."

"Your wife came forward this morning. Provided statements about your suspicious behavior."

The words hit like a blow. "My wife? Becca came to you?"

"She's cooperating fully."

No. Becca wouldn't. "I want to speak to my wife. Right now."

"You'll get your phone call at the station. Turn around."

"This is insane! You're making a massive mistake!"

They handcuffed me anyways not minding my protest . Professional. The click seemed impossibly loud.

They led me through my own building. Employees stopped and stared. Outside, news vans were already there.

Shut! How did they get here?

*"Mr. Castellano, did you kill Christopher Hale?"*

*"Were you having an affair?"*

The questions pelted like stones. I kept my head down.

At the station, they processed me. Fingerprints. Photos. Personal effects confiscated. The holding cell smelled like sweat and desperation.

Two hours clocked before they let me call my wife. My hands shook as I dialed.

The phone rang. Once. Twice. Three times.

"Hello?" Her voice was small, frightened.

Relief flooded through me. "Becca. Thank God. Baby, listen to me. I've been arrested, but it's all a mistake. They're saying I killed someone, that I was having an affair with some woman I've never met."

Silence.

"Becca?"

"I know. The police told me. They showed me things, Von. Photos. Messages. Evidence."

"It's all fabricated. Someone is framing me. You have to believe me. I would never cheat on you. I would never hurt anyone."

"So you've been lying to me for months?"

"That's not true!"

"Then explain the hotel receipts!" She was crying now. "Explain the text messages from your phone!"

"I can't explain them because I didn't do any of it! Someone hacked my accounts. This is a setup. Can't you see that?"

"Or you're lying. Like you've been lying all along."

My chest constricted. "Becca, I love you. I have only ever loved you, I would never betray you like this. You're my wife. You know me."

"I thought I did."

"What does that mean?"

"It means.....never mind. My lawyer says I need to protect myself."

The words didn't make sense. "Protect yourself from what?"

"From being dragged down with you. From being implicated in whatever you've done."

"I haven't DONE anything! How can you believe them over me? I'm your husband!"

"They have evidence, Von! Photos and messages and witnesses! What am I supposed to think?"

"You're supposed to trust me! You're supposed to know that I would never betray you!"

Silence stretched between us.

"Becca? Please. I need you to believe in me."

"I can't. I'm sorry."

"Don't you dare hang up. Becca, if you love me, if you ever loved me, don't..."

The line went dead.

"BECCA!" I slammed my hand against the wall. "BECCA!"

The guard approached. "Time's up, Castellano."

"I need five more minutes. Please."

"One call. You made it. Let's go."

He grabbed my arm and I jerked away. "You don't understand. My wife just hung up on me. I need to fix this!"

Two more guards materialized. They dragged me back as I fought. "Let me call her! BECCA!"

They threw me in the cell and locked the door. I stood there, chest heaving, mind unable to process what had just happened.

My wife thought I was a murderer.

I sank onto the bench, head in my hands. Six hours ago, I'd been closing the biggest deal of my career. Now I was in jail for a murder I didn't commit, accused of an affair with a woman I'd never met.

Footsteps approached. A younger guard with something like pity in his eyes.

"Castellano? Your wife's lawyer is here."

Hope flared. "She came?"

"Not your wife. Her lawyer. He's filing for divorce." The guard paused. "She's also agreed to testify against you if the DA needs her."

The floor opened up beneath me.

Divorce. Testify against me. The woman I loved was helping them destroy me.

Through the window, I could hear the chaos outside. Reporters. Cameras. The feeding frenzy of a scandal that would ruin everything I'd built.

News is probably everywhere now

And somewhere out there, a woman I'd never met was also in a cell, accused of the same crime. Someone wanting to destroy us.

The question was: who and why me and her?

Continue to next part

The day my husband, Marco, was supposed to be promoted in the Lombardi crime family, I went to file our official union papers. It was the culmination of three years of work, the foundation for the family I so desperately wanted. That’s when I found out he’d already registered a wife two months prior. It wasn’t me. It was Isabella Moretti, the daughter of our most bitter rivals. At his celebration party, he introduced me to the entire family as an obsessed analyst from his team. He stood with his arm around Isabella, who clutched her stomach and claimed to be carrying his child. A moment later, she faked a fall and screamed that I'd pushed her, trying to kill her baby. He moved her into our home, replacing my professional awards—the proof of the work that built his entire career—with their smiling portraits. He didn’t just betray me; he erased me. That night, after he accused me of poisoning Isabella and trying to induce a miscarriage, I finally understood. He hadn't just left me; he was trying to destroy me. So I walked away from the life I had built for him and accepted the one job he was terrified I would take. The Don's Consigliere had offered me control of the Chimera project, the most powerful intelligence network in the organization. I was done being the ghost in Marco's machine. Now, I was going to be the monster in his nightmares.

Mafia Modern Romance

7.9

Caught by the Alpha's Gaze

7.9

Indianna Hughs had always been the quiet one, the shy one. She stayed in the background, blending in, never getting noticed. She liked it that way. So when she's forced to move schools, she isn't happy. Everyone notices the new kid, and she doesn't want that kind of attention. Especially not from Mr. Bad Boy, who seems a little too interested in her. "She's shy," Brooke shrugged, glancing at Indianna, who looked like she'd rather be anywhere else but in the classroom with them. "Well, come on," Greyson said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "I don't bite." Indianna stiffened just like before. "Don't say that," she replied quietly, but there was firmness in her tone now. Greyson raised an eyebrow, a slow smirk forming on his lips. "Did I hit a nerve?" he asked. "Guess you're not as innocent as you look." This is the edited and rewritten version of Shy. All rights reserved.

Mafia Werewolf

9.3

He Chose The Mistress Over His Queen

9.3

I was polishing a diamond engagement ring that cost more than a small island when I heard the truth. My fiancé, the ruthless Don Dante Moretti, was telling his mistress I was nothing more than a glorified bank account. But it wasn't until the accident that I understood the depth of his cruelty. While training in the estate gym, a support cable snapped. I fell twenty feet, shattering my leg on impact. Through the haze of blinding pain, I waited for Dante to save me. Instead, he rushed to his mistress, Livia—the woman who had cut the wire. He held her close, soothing her because the loud noise had "startled" her, while I lay broken and bleeding on the floor. "She won't die," I heard him whisper to her later. "Pain is a good teacher." My love for him turned to ice in that moment. He didn't just want my father's money; he was letting her plan my assassination to get it. They thought I was just a porcelain doll to be discarded once the wedding contracts were signed. They forgot that even a pawn can kill a king. I wiped the tears from my face and walked straight into the territory of the Valenti Syndicate—Dante's sworn enemy. "I don't want protection," I told the rival Don, placing the surveillance evidence on his table. "I want to burn his entire dynasty to the ground."

Mafia Mystery Romance

8.4

His Dangerous Love: The Writer And The Don

8.4

I was exactly three thousand words away from eviction when the heir to the New York underworld smashed my laptop and offered me a job instead of an apology. Dante Vitiello wanted me to write a memoir that would paint him as a saint. I moved into his penthouse, thinking I could keep things professional. But when his arranged fiancée, the daughter of the Chicago Outfit, arrived, she didn't see an employee. She saw a threat. She didn't just humiliate me; she leaked fake evidence to the press, branding me as a federal informant. I woke up in a hospital bed with the word "RAT" plastered across every gossip site. Sofia’s guards were stationed outside my door, blocking even the nurses. I was a liability. A stain on the Vitiello name. I knew how these stories ended. The Prince always chooses the Family. The Alliance is more important than the girl. I was packing my bag, shaking with fear, ready to disappear into the night to save him from ruin. But Dante didn't come to fire me. He walked into the boardroom where his father and the Chicago Boss were waiting for him to beg for forgiveness. He looked at the crown that was his birthright, then he looked at the gun on the table. He didn't kneel. He didn't apologize. He slammed his weapon down, shattering a hundred-year alliance and forfeiting his empire with a single sentence. "Keep the crown. I take the girl."

Mafia Modern Romance

7.1

Mafia Daddy: Claiming His Son's Bride As His Mistress

7.1

Natalia was done enduring her father's abuse which was why she decided to conveniently run off to college several hours from her hometown while her father was away. But something unexpected happens on the day of her escape-her father came home earlier than expected, ruining her plans but that wasn't all, he brought home trouble. Carlo Moretti was not a man to be joked with, he's the powerful, ruthless leader of the Italian Mafia. He's here to collect a debt owed. He forcefully takes Natalia with him so she could marry his son as a way to keep her hostage. But soon, lines blur and as the wedding day grew closer, Carlo's attraction for his son's bride became too strong. His son is supposed to marry her but he wants her for himself. And Carlo always get what he wants even if that was his son's betrothed.

Mafia Modern Romance

9.6

Oops, I Accidentally Adopted A Mafia Boss

9.6

[R-18 | MATURE CONTENT] Sasha thought saving a stranger would be the most dangerous thing she'd ever done. She found him half-dead on the shore of her quiet island-bleeding, unconscious, and with no memory of who he was. Out of kindness, she brought him home, cared for his wounds, and gave him a place in her life. Days turned into months. The mysterious man with dark eyes and quiet strength slowly became her everything. In the small warmth of her seaside home, they built something that felt real-something that felt like love. Until the morning he disappeared without a trace. No goodbye. No explanation. Years later, Sasha learns the truth. The man she saved isn't a helpless stranger. He is one of the most feared mafia bosses in Russia... and his amnesia was never real. Now she's trapped in his world-far from the sea she calls home-and the man she once loved offers her a dangerous deal. One that ties her fate to his once again. Was every touch just part of his plan? Or is the ruthless mafia king hiding the same man who once held her like she was his entire world? Sasha only knows one thing for certain. Saving him was never the mistake. Falling in love with him might have been. After all... she accidentally adopted a mafia boss.

Mafia Modern Romance

FRAMED FOR MURDER WHILE PREGNANT: NOW I'M THE MAFIA'S WIFE

Chapter 2

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