Regret Is Useless: The Mafia Queen Rises

I was a Mafia Princess, and he was the gutter rat I tried to make a King. On our wedding day, with five hundred guests watching, Luca Moretti didn't say his vows. Instead, after receiving a photo of a secret child, he looked at me with panic and backed away from the altar. "I can't do this," he announced to the silent church. "She's here. She'll ruin the kid." He chose a waitress and their illegitimate daughter over me. He walked out, leaving me humiliated in a dress that cost more than most people's lives. Forty-eight hours later, he married her. He gave the waitress my ring, my future, and his name, all to protect a child he had hidden from me. When I confronted him weeks later, he looked at me with cold eyes and told me he did it for honor. He destroyed me to save them, convinced I would fade away into the background. He thought he could break a Vitiello and not pay the price. Five years later, I returned to Chicago. The gala went silent as I walked in, wearing blood-red silk. Luca approached me, eyes full of regret, begging for a second chance, claiming his marriage to the waitress was a mistake. He thought he could win me back. Until a little girl ran into the room—my daughter. And behind her walked my husband. Not a soldier, but the Reaper himself, Dante Cavallaro. Luca’s face turned pale as he realized the truth. He had left me at the altar to play father, but I had married the Devil to become a Queen.

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Gianna Vitiello POV:

The air in the penthouse still carried his scent. Cedarwood and expensive scotch.

It was supposed to be our sanctuary. We had closed on it six months ago-the top floor, commanding the Chicago skyline.

I had hand-picked the Calacatta marble for the counters. I had chosen the silk drapes. Now, I was here to gut it.

"Take the paintings," I directed the movers, my voice flat. "Clear the furniture in the master bedroom. And burn the mattress."

I stood in the center of the living room, clutching a crystal tumbler of water. My grip was white-knuckled, but my hand was steady. I needed to be hollow. If I let myself feel, I would shatter.

The private elevator chimed.

The doors slid open, and Luca stepped out. He wasn't alone; two of his soldiers flanked him, but he waved them off the moment he saw me.

"What are you doing?" he asked. His gaze swept over the chaos, landing on the boxes strictly labeled 'Vitiello'.

"Evicting myself," I said. I set the glass down on a side table that was already tagged for removal. "Unless you want to buy me out? But we both know your liquidity is tied up in your new... family expenses."

He walked toward me, looking like a man who was drowning but trying to convince himself he was swimming. The exhaustion was etched into every line of his face.

"Gianna, please," he rasped. "I didn't want this."

"You walked out of the church, Luca. You made your choice."

"I couldn't let her grow up like I did," he pleaded, his voice cracking. "You know what this world does to bastards. You saw how they treated me. I couldn't condemn my little girl to that life. Elena threatened to go to the Commission with proof of paternity. They would have blacklisted the kid before she even started kindergarten."

"So you saved the child," I said, cold as ice. "And in the process, you destroyed me."

"I love you," he whispered. He reached for me.

I didn't flinch. I let his fingers graze my arm. The touch that used to set my skin on fire now felt cold. Clammy. Wrong.

"Don't lie to me," I said.

"It's not a lie. I married her for the paper. For the name. It means nothing."

"It means everything!" I screamed. My composure snapped. The rage that had been simmering in my gut for weeks finally boiled over. "You humiliated me! You made me a joke to the entire outfit! You chose a whore over a Vitiello!"

I swung my hand.

Crack.

The slap echoed through the empty apartment like a gunshot. My palm stung violently. His head snapped to the side, a red mark blooming instantly on his high cheekbone.

He didn't move. He didn't strike back. As a Made Man, he could have killed me for laying a hand on him. But he stood there, taking it. Accepting his penance.

He looked back at me, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"Sorry doesn't fix honor, Luca," I spat. "And it doesn't pay debts."

I brushed past him, marching to the elevator and jamming the button.

"Keep the apartment," I said, refusing to look back as the doors slid shut. "It's haunted anyway."

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Fantasy Mafia Modern Mystery Romance

9.3

Cheat On Me to My Face

9.3

Olivia sacrificed ten years to ensure Joshua Harding became the undisputed leader of Belcove. However, once he achieves total dominance, he abandons their engagement for Abigail, a woman he deems more innocent. After overhearing Joshua dismiss her worth and boast about his control, Olivia realizes her loyalty was wasted. Fueled by his arrogance, she contacts his primary rival, Michael Sheridan, offering to hand over Joshua’s territory and life in a final, cold act of retribution.

Action Mafia Modern Mystery Romance

8.9

Dumped by My Ex, I Married His Mafia Don Father

8.9

After discovering her fiancé, Marco, in bed with the family’s biological heiress, Elena is ruthlessly cast out by the people she once called parents. Labeled an outsider and pressured to cancel her wedding to protect the Moretti family’s reputation, she refuses to slink away in shame. Instead of mourning a broken engagement with a man who betrayed her, Elena sets her sights on a higher throne. She chooses to marry the powerful Mafia Don, Lorenzo—Marco’s own father—turning the tables on those who sought to destroy her.

Action Billionaire Mafia Modern Romance

8.0

His Vow Broke, Her Empire Woke

8.0

I was the perfect Mafia wife, my dowry the foundation of my husband's ambition. I paid for his Yale degree, his tailored suits, and the very mansion he called his own. My reward? He paraded his mistress into my bedroom and declared her his second wife, expecting me to silently finance their affair. They thought they had broken a merchant's daughter. They forgot I was raised by wolves. Armed with a blood chit—a life debt owed to my family by the most feared man in Chicago—I walked into the lion's den. I went to Damien 'The Wraith' Falcone, the Dark Don who rules the Outfit with an iron fist, to demand a simple annulment. But the King of Chicago isn't interested in simple transactions. He saw the steel beneath my silk, the vendetta burning in my eyes. He granted me my freedom, but at a price: my allegiance. Now, I'm a pawn in his lethal game of thrones, caught between a treacherous husband I swore to destroy and a ruthless Don who looks at me with a terrifying, possessive hunger. In a city built on loyalty and betrayal, I'm about to teach them all that a queen's wrath is the deadliest weapon of all.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.2

Mafia Princess's Vengeance for Lost Heir

8.2

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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

Regret Is Useless: The Mafia Queen Rises

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