Goodbye, Mafia Ex-Boyfriend

I stood by Franco for seven years. I stayed with him from his days as a Brooklyn street enforcer until he became the Underboss of the Moretti family. We promised to marry the day he fully took over the territory. Until last month. I saw Franco tangled up with someone else on the leather sofa of his safe house. He said she was cold like ice and that the other woman knew exactly how to please a man. He pinned her down. I chose to walk away. I heard the rumors later. After I left. Franco lost his mind.

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He reached out and pulled me into his office.

The same cheap cherry perfume assaulted my senses the moment I pressed against his body.

I saw the deep red hickeys through his slightly open collar.

A violent wave of nausea hit my stomach.

"What is wrong."

I looked up at him.

My eyes burned with heat.

"Franco. Do you have anything to say to me."

I suddenly felt that Franco was unspeakably dirty.

I felt like a scavenger picking through garbage.

He rejected the idea of explaining.

"I am sorry. I should have come back earlier. I already bought the lobster roll you wanted. Look."

The food was completely cold.

"Franco, would you ever betray me."

"Of course not. Am I that kind of person. I only have you in my heart."

"Is that so."

He raised his voice suddenly.

His guilt turned into defensive anger.

"What is wrong with you. You have been so paranoid lately. I told you we are getting married next month. What more do you want."

My tears could no longer be stopped.

"I am satisfied. Of course I am satisfied. I am very satisfied Franco."

I walked out of the office before he could chase after me.

I ran into Luna by the elevators.

She came to show off.

"Let me tell you the truth. Franco and I have been together for years. I only got into this club because of him."

"Oh. If Franco really loved you, he would never send you to work in a place like this."

"What do you know. Franco said he loves me."

"Really. Then let him try to marry you."

"You."

Luna stamped her foot in anger.

I walked out and got into a waiting car.

I drove past Luna.

She was still standing there grinding her teeth.

Franco came home late that night.

"Siena, the syndicate is opening a new smuggling route. I might need your help."

"What route is it. Is there something you cannot handle."

I asked the question on purpose.

"I just need you to show your face and give me a push."

"Okay."

Franco knew the other side would give face to the Moretti family if I stepped in.

Everyone in New York had to look at the Moretti family's face.

That route would land safely in his hands.

I knew exactly what Franco wanted.

He wanted the leverage of my family behind me.

Everyone knew the sheer power of the Moretti syndicate.

I had fought with my father over Franco.

But I was still the only daughter of the Moretti family.

My father loved me fiercely.

"Do not worry Franco. I will definitely help you when the time comes."

"Thank you Siena. I love you."

Franco leaned in to kiss me.

I shifted my body and dodged him perfectly.

"Franco, I am a bit tired today. I want to rest early."

Franco thought I was just acting out my usual petty temper.

He thought I felt neglected these past few days.

I lay in bed with my back to him.

Franco wrapped his arms around me from behind.

He rested his chin on my shoulder.

He kissed the back of my neck over and over again.

"I am sorry Siena. We will get married as soon as I finish this busy period. I will take a long vacation and we can travel the world."

I kept my back to him.

My eyes were wet.

I truly loved Franco.

But my disappointment was just as real now.

There was only one week left until our seven-year promise.

I would cross my bridge and he would cross his from now on.

We would never see each other again.

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My entire family was slaughtered three years ago by Alistair Kirkland, the usurper who stole the underworld throne. I was the only survivor. Smuggled out of New York as a child, I was trained in the shadows to become a flawless weapon. Now, at sixteen, I returned to the city that was supposed to be my graveyard. But the New York I returned to was a suffocating cage. Kirkland didn't just wipe out the Valenzuela bloodline; he branded my few surviving loyalists as traitors. He paraded my men down the streets in heavy iron chains, letting the very people we once protected hurl rocks at them. He bought the doctors, ensuring my wounded soldiers would bleed out in the dark. Even worse, the mother of my only ally—Julian Morgan—secretly sold us out to a Chicago warlord just to keep her archaic grip on power. I stood in the shadows, watching an eleven-year-old boy get his head smashed with a jagged stone just for defending his father's honor. How could the city my grandfather built cheer for our extermination? Why did the old guard prefer to cower and die in the dark rather than fight the monster who stole our home? "Ghosts don't knock on my door, Athena. What do you want?" Julian asked me. I tossed a blood-stained ledger of Kirkland's deepest secrets onto his desk. "I'm here to help you take back what's yours, and burn Alistair Kirkland's empire to the ground."

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8.6

Betrayed Bride, Mafia Princess Rises

8.6

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

7.6

His Discarded Wife Was The Real Boss

7.6

I spent fifteen years building my husband's mafia empire, coding the complex algorithms that washed his blood money clean. But on my thirty-fifth birthday, instead of a gift, I received a photo of his hand resting on another woman's thigh. When I confronted him, Dustin didn't apologize. He brought his pregnant mistress, Jami, into our penthouse and told me to accept the hush money. "You have nothing except what I give you," he sneered, treating me like a slow servant rather than the mastermind behind his success. The argument turned violent. He shoved me hard, sending me crashing into a solid oak nightstand. As I lay on the floor, bleeding and dizzy from a split forehead, I watched the man I loved step over my body to comfort the woman wearing my mother's stolen heirloom ring. He didn't check my pulse. He didn't call for help. He looked at me with pure disgust and turned his back. In that moment, the wife died, and the witness was born. He thought I was powerless because I had no assets in my name. He thought I would fade away quietly. He forgot one crucial detail: I wasn't just the furniture in his castle. I was the architect. Every server, every encrypted drive, every hidden account—I owned the code. I wiped the blood from my face and walked out the door, but I didn't go to a lawyer. I went to a hardware store and bought a ten-pound sledgehammer. I wasn't going to just leave him. I was going to delete him.

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9.4

Sinful Intentions( The Mafia lord second wife)

9.4

Kidnapped, beaten and locked up, Aurora Puro Pucasso, The daughter of General Puro Pucasso, has her life turned upside down. One moment she's on her bed, the next, she's forcefully taken by Vincenzo West, and made to act like his wife Brielle, and the mother to his psychotic child in exchange for her to live. What happens when every of Brielle's past comes to haunt her? Can she survive her new daughter's torment? What happen when the line between Reality and fiction start to blur between Aurora and Vincenzo.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.4

Taming The Mafia Man.

8.4

Elena’s life takes a dangerous turn when she is thrust into the dark world of the criminal underworld. Forced into a high-stakes deal with a ruthless mafia heir, she must navigate a landscape of violence and betrayal. As she attempts to exert control over a man who knows no limits, their volatile connection sparks an intense, perilous romance. Amidst deadly power struggles, Elena fights to survive while taming the beast she was forced to love.

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9.2

The Belladonna Game

9.2

A lie was supposed to be her weapon. But lies can cut both ways. Aliyah Santiago enters the Marino world with one mission uncover the truth behind her fiancé's death and make his killers bleed. Disguised as a Mafia princess, she plays the part flawlessly: poised, untouchable, dangerous. Every step she takes draws her closer to Brown Marino, the family's heir...and deeper into a labyrinth of obsession, betrayal, and power. But one man threatens to unravel it all. Ottavio, the Marinos' ruthless enforcer, watches her too closely. His suspicions slice through her disguise, his loyalty to Brown makes him untouchable, and yet when his hands brush hers, when his voice drops to a murmur against her ear Aliyah feels a fire she cannot control. "You think you can lie to me, princess?" "I've lied to everyone." "Not to me." Every stolen glance, every secret touch, every dangerous word exchanged pushes her closer to the edge. To fall for him would be reckless. To trust him could be fatal. But in a world where silence can kill and love is just another weapon, Aliyah must decide: is Ottavio the enemy who will expose her or the only man who can save her from herself? Deception. Desire. Danger. The game has begun, and in this game of Mafia thrones, hearts burn as fiercely as empires fall.

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Goodbye, Mafia Ex-Boyfriend

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