Marrying The Ex-Fiancé's Ruthless Mafia Brother

My fiancé left me standing alone at the podium during our rehearsal dinner to rush to the side of a woman whose only illness was a desperate need for attention. He humiliated me in front of the heads of the Five Families, abandoning our alliance to scoop his "dying" mistress off the floor. I didn't cry. I didn't run. I walked straight to the head table, to the most terrifying man in the city—his older brother, the Don. "The Woodward family owes me a husband," I declared calmly. An hour later, I was married to the Capo dei Capi. But my ex-fiancé didn't accept his demotion. He kidnapped me, strapping me to a chair in a soundproof basement. For three days, he drained my blood pint by pint to "save" his mistress, Jaidyn, who watched me fade while she casually ate an apple. "Take another bag," she ordered, smiling at my agony. "She still has too much fight in her." As the cold crept up my chest and my vision blurred, I realized I was going to die for a lie, drained dry by a madman. Then, the steel door detonated. Through the smoke and debris walked my husband, not with a ransom, but with a serrated knife and a promise to burn them alive.

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Chapter 5

Eloise's POV

Alphonse.

He didn't have a gun. He held a knife-a jagged, serrated combat knife.

Holden screamed and aimed for his brother's head.

Alphonse moved with breathtaking fluidity, as if the air around him had blurred. He sidestepped the shot, closed the distance in a flash, and drove his knee brutally into Holden's gut.

Holden doubled over, gagging. The gun clattered onto the concrete.

Alphonse didn't even look at him. His eyes were locked on me.

He saw the needle, the IV tubing, and the bags of blood.

The sound that ripped from his throat wasn't human. It was a roar-a primal vibration that rattled the very walls.

"Don't touch me!" Jaidyn shrieked, backing into the corner. "I'm sick! I'm a patient!"

Alphonse ignored her. He was at my side in a heartbeat.

His usually steady, calloused hands were trembling slightly as he ripped the medical tape from my arm and gently slid the needle out. He pressed his thumb firmly against the puncture wound to stop the bleeding.

"Eloise," he said, his voice ragged. "Look at me."

I forced my heavy eyelids open. "You came."

"I told you," he said, cleanly slicing through the zip ties with his combat knife in one swift motion. "I would burn the world down."

As I slumped forward, he caught me, pulling me tight against his broad chest. He smelled like gunpowder and rain.

"He drained my blood," I mumbled against his shirt. "For her."

Alphonse glanced back over his shoulder.

Holden was writhing on the floor, gasping for air. Jaidyn was trying to sneak toward the exit.

"Nobody leaves," Alphonse declared.

He scooped me up, holding me as effortlessly as if I weighed nothing. He walked over to Holden and delivered a savage kick to his ribs, hitting him hard enough to crack bone.

"You want to play doctor, little brother?" Alphonse asked, his tone terrifyingly calm. "Good. Because you're going to need one very soon."

He turned to Jaidyn. She froze in her tracks.

"And you," Alphonse said, his gaze sweeping over her flushed, healthy face. "You don't look like a dying woman. Your color is remarkably good. We'll have to find a way to fix that."

He carried me out of the basement, up into the fresh air and sunlight.

"Close your eyes, baby," he whispered into my hair. "The violence is just beginning."

I closed my eyes. For the first time in three days, I felt completely safe.

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Mafia Modern Romance

8.7

His Mafia Betrayal, My Unwanted Heir.

8.7

At my father's wedding reception, my new stepmother demanded I give her the sapphire necklace my mother left me when she died. I told her no. So she had her enforcer throw me to the floor in front of two hundred guests. He ripped the chain from my neck, shattering my mother's gemstone on the marble floor. When my childhood maid, Arlene, tried to protect me, he kicked her so hard her head cracked open against a stone pillar. My father, a New York mob boss, saw the whole thing and did nothing but laugh with his new bride. Any love I had for my family bled out on that floor with Arlene. That night, I found Damien Flynn, my father's sworn enemy. I was supposed to be my father's greatest asset-a virgin daughter to be sold for an alliance. I decided to burn that asset to the ground.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.2

In The Wrong Mafia Don's Bed

8.2

When our family empire crumbled, my sister and I were sold off as collateral to the Chicago Outfit. My fierce sister Frankie was forced to marry Damien Moretti, the terrifying Don. I was shackled to his brother Leo, a notorious, degenerate playboy. I thought my life was over, but the real nightmare began on our wedding night. A terrified maid handed me the wrong room key. Exhausted and numb, I crawled into a dark honeymoon suite, praying my new husband would be too drunk to find me. Instead, the heavy door opened, and a man fueled by a drug-laced drink stepped in. He was ruthless, punishing, and entirely stripped away my dignity in the pitch black. When the morning light finally broke, I turned my head, expecting to see Leo's boyish face. Instead, I saw a profile carved from ice. Damien Moretti. The Don. My sister's husband. The very man who had previously called me a "liability" and ruined my life. When he realized who I was, his eyes filled with absolute, chilling disgust. He dragged me out of the ruined sheets, threw me onto the floor of a freezing shower, and demanded to know why I had sneaked into his suite. "You ruined me. How am I supposed to look at Frankie? You should have just killed me. Kill me now, Damien. It would be a mercy compared to this." I sobbed, the freezing water mingling with my tears. He just stared down at me with cold, unreadable intent. I was now trapped in a house of monsters, carrying the Don's darkest secret, and I had to figure out how to survive without destroying my sister.

Mafia Modern Romance

7.6

NOT YOURS TO LOSE, EX-HUSBAND

7.6

My ex-husband, Reese Beaumont, sent me divorce papers on our anniversary, five years after I walked down the aisle to join him. I signed them with a red lipstick and sent them back to him, with a short note which read: "I am not going to give you the liberty of thinking you still own me." Now, one year later, he is standing in my office, the smug look in his eyes gone, and for some reason, still wearing our wedding ring. "You're still mine, Roxanne. You didn't sign the divorce papers, and you seem to forget that you're nothing without me." A soft chuckle escape my lips, right as my fake fiancé walks in, holding our one-year-old son. The son Reese never knew I was pregnant with. "Funny," I mutter. "Because I don't remember you being in control of the game." Now, he's everywhere, showing up at my gallery and outbidding my fake fiancé at my auctions. Telling the media we are on the road to reconciliation. But I am not the same woman who cried for him one year ago. I am the woman he never expected to walk out the door. And the one he'll always regret letting go.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.6

Once His Little Girl, Now His Proper Mafia Wife

8.6

"I was sold to a devil - a man who owned empires, destroyed lives, and believed love was weakness. That devil now owns me." When 19-year-old Malissa is betrayed by her own father and sold to settle a mafia debt, she's forced into the cruel, mysterious world of Hayden Castellano - a ruthless mafia king known for his cold heart and blood-stained hands. She's to serve as his slave. No rights. No freedom. No escape. But Hayden didn't expect her fire. Her resistance. Her refusal to break. As days turn into weeks, their war of wills turns into something else - something dangerous. Hayden becomes possessive. Obsessive. And just when Malissa starts to feel the pull of his tortured soul, she uncovers secrets that could cost her everything - including the truth about her own bloodline. Because in Hayden's world, love doesn't save you. It marks you for death. "He said he owned me. He never expected I'd own his heart."

Mafia Modern Romance

7.2

Rebirth of the Mafia Mistress

7.2

My fiancé Jaret Frazier promised to protect me on my nineteenth birthday. By the next year, he had married a Mafia Princess for power and locked me in a hidden apartment as his secret mistress. When his new wife discovered I was pregnant, she didn't file for divorce. She sent her enforcers to my bedside. They held me down while a back-alley butcher tore my unborn son from my womb. Jaret never came to save me. For ten years, I rotted in that gilded cage, watching him use my money to become an Underboss while I faded into a ghost. I died alone, completely erased. Then, I opened my eyes. I was back in my own bed, unscarred, the calendar turned back to the year my life was destroyed. Jaret was still just my fiancé, not yet my jailer. And this time, I wouldn't be the one who ended up in a cage.

Mafia Modern Romance

Marrying The Ex-Fiancé's Ruthless Mafia Brother

Chapter 5

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