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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A long time passed.

I felt the person behind me pull away while I was half-asleep.

I was right.

The light in his study was on.

"We should stop contacting each other for a while. I do not want you ruining this for me."

"This smuggling route is crucial for the syndicate. We will celebrate properly once the dust settles on this project."

"Do not worry about Siena. I already handled her. She agreed to help. The Moretti family will step in."

"Alright. I miss you too. Be a good girl and go to sleep."

"Relax. I will marry you. I will take care of both of you."

I stood by the door and listened to their entire conversation.

Franco believed his plans were absolutely flawless.

My blind trust over the years had given him far too much confidence.

Franco was already gone the next morning.

I was a person who always kept my word.

I had to take action now that I decided to leave.

I went back to the Moretti family estate.

"Father, mother, I am home."

My parents had a terrible falling out with me because I insisted on Franco.

They still could not help but feel heartbroken seeing their only daughter.

I had lost so much weight since they last saw me a few months ago.

My mother held my hands and looked at me from every angle.

"Siena, is Franco treating you badly. I told you back then..."

My father sighed and stopped her when he saw my expression.

"Enough. Stop talking. You know how Siena is..."

My emotions finally broke under their care.

I started crying again.

"Mom, Dad, I am so sorry. I was too stubborn. I disappointed you both."

"Siena, your business with Franco is your own decision. We will support whatever choice you make."

My parents were always the ones who loved me the most.

"Thank you. I came today to say... Franco and I... I think we are over."

My father stood up furiously before I even finished my sentence.

"What. Did that street rat bully you. Did he cheat on you."

"Wait right here. I am calling my men right now."

My father reached for his phone to summon the family enforcers.

"Dad, do not rush. I will handle this myself. I just came to discuss something and I need your cooperation."

I grabbed his arm.

I stayed at my parents' estate that night.

I did not go back.

Franco would have scoured the city looking for me if I stayed out all night in the past.

He would never let me sleep somewhere else.

I doubted he even went home now.

Three days later.

I returned to the penthouse.

It looked exactly like it did when I left.

Franco had not been home for three days.

He had not called or sent a single message.

I looked at the decorations in the room.

I picked and matched everything by hand when I was dreaming of our future.

I even painted the canvas hanging on the wall stroke by stroke.

Men only behaved when they were framed and hung on the wall.

A short while later, I heard an engine pull into the private courtyard.

I stood on the second floor.

I thought Franco finally remembered he had a home.

I watched the courtyard from the window.

I never expected Luna to step out of the passenger side.

Franco got out of the driver's seat.

He opened the door for her himself.

He supported her carefully as she stepped down.

My eyes grew wet.

The two of them walked through the foyer laughing and talking.

Franco pulled a brand new pair of women's slippers from the cabinet for her.

"Sit down and rest. I will cook for you."

"Okay. Thank you, husband."

Luna wrapped her arms around Franco and kissed him.

Husband.

Right.

I was just a woman who accompanied Franco for seven years.

We were not legally married.

What right did I have to interfere.

What right did I even possess.

I slowly walked down from the second floor.

I saw Luna lying on the chaise lounge.

Her stomach was slightly swollen.

She was covered in the jacket Franco had just taken off.

"Baby, what do you want to eat..."

Franco poked his head out of the kitchen wearing an apron.

He met my eyes right as I reached the bottom of the stairs.

His eyes darted everywhere.

He looked utterly panicked.

He froze.

I saw it then—the sheer terror in his eyes wasn't just guilt.

He always thought he had the upper hand, that he was using me.

But deep down, in the twisted, insecure core of his soul, he knew the truth.

I was his only light in this filthy underworld.

He just never believed he truly deserved it.

Now, the light was walking out the door.

"Siena..." his voice trembled, the arrogant Underboss completely gone. "Don't..."

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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."

Action Mafia Modern

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.

Mafia Modern Romance

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.

Action Mafia Romance

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.

Action Mafia Romance

Goodbye, Mafia Ex-Boyfriend

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