Shattered Vows: The Mob Wife's Revenge

My husband was the Don of New York, and for ten years, I was his perfect trophy wife. I designed his buildings, kept his secrets, and stood by his side as the envy of the city. But the moment his mistress marched into my casino with a secret son, my decade of loyalty meant nothing. The boy demanded my grandmother's bracelet—which was dangling from his wrist. When I reached to take back what was mine, Emilio didn't defend me. He shoved me. Hard. I crashed backward into a wall of shattered glass. While I lay bleeding on the marble floor I had hand-picked, losing our unborn child, he didn't even look at me. He was on his knees, wrapping his suit jacket around another woman's son to shield him from the debris. In the hospital, the cruelty only worsened. "It was an accident, Elana. Leo was scared." He dismissed the death of our baby as collateral damage. He had given my family heirloom to his bastard child and chose them over me without hesitation. I realized then that the Omertà—our sacred code of silence—was a lie. He had built a warm, loving shadow family while I was just a useful decoration waiting in a cold mansion. He wanted to bury me in that life forever. So, I decided to give him a funeral. I staged my suicide off the cliffs of the estate, letting the freezing ocean swallow Elana Thomas. Now, everyone thinks the Don's wife is dead. But in Zurich, a new woman named Elena is very much alive, and she’s coming back to burn his empire to the ground.

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Chapter 2

Elana POV:

The ceiling of the hospital room was stark, unforgiving white.

Not the expensive, creamy white of the casino marble I was used to.

It was the sterile, cheap white of a place where people come to die.

I tried to sit up.

Agony ripped through my core, forcing a ragged gasp from my dry throat.

My hand drifted instinctively to my stomach.

It was flat.

Hollow.

The doctor had already told me.

"Spontaneous abortion due to trauma," he had said.

Trauma.

That was a polite word for "your husband chose his bastard son over you."

The door clicked opened.

Emilio walked in.

He looked exhausted. His tie was loose, his hair in disarray.

Usually, this disheveled look made my heart race.

Now, it just made me feel cold.

He stopped at the foot of the bed.

He didn't come to the side to hold my hand.

"Elana," he said, his voice rough with fatigue.

I just stared at him.

"It was an accident," he said.

He wasn't apologizing. He was explaining.

"Leo was scared. I reacted. I didn't mean for you to fall."

"I didn't fall, Emilio. You pushed me."

He flinched visibly.

"I will make it up to you," he said, shifting his weight uncomfortably. "We can try again. When you're healed."

Healed.

As if this were simply a broken bone.

He checked his watch.

"Who is he?" I asked. My voice was raspy, foreign to my own ears.

"Nobody," Emilio said quickly. Too quickly. "Just... a mistake from the past. I'm handling it."

His phone buzzed in his pocket.

He pulled it out.

His face softened.

I knew that look.

It was the look he used to give me when we were dating.

"I have to take this," he said. "Family business."

"I am your family," I whispered.

He didn't hear me. He was already walking out the door.

He left me alone in the silence.

I didn't cry.

I think I had bled all my emotions out on the casino floor.

An hour later, Ayla came in.

Ayla Guy was the only person in this criminal world I trusted.

She was carrying a massive vase of red roses.

"From him," she said, her lip curling in disgust. "And some herbal soup his mother sent."

"Take them away," I said.

"The soup?"

"The flowers. Throw them in the trash."

Ayla smiled. It was a grim, sharp smile.

She dumped the expensive bouquet into the waste bin with a satisfying thud.

"Good girl," she said.

I looked out the window.

The sun was shining. It felt insulting.

"He's with her, isn't he?" I asked.

Ayla didn't lie to me.

"He installed them in the penthouse downtown. The one you decorated last year."

I closed my eyes.

The penthouse.

I had picked out the curtains. I had chosen the crib for the nursery we were supposed to use.

Now, his bastard son was sleeping in it.

I started to plan.

Not for revenge. Not yet.

Just for survival.

Emilio came back the next day.

He tried to touch my shoulder.

I flinched away.

"Don't," I said.

"Elana, stop being dramatic," he sighed. "I said I was sorry about the baby."

"It wasn't a baby to you," I said. "It was just a potential heir. And you already have one, don't you?"

He stiffened.

"Leo is handled. He won't be a problem."

"He's wearing my grandmother's bracelet, Emilio."

"I bought him a new one. I'll get yours back."

"Keep it," I said. "It's tainted."

He looked at me like he didn't know me.

Maybe he didn't.

I was the perfect Mob Wife.

I smiled for the cameras. I ignored the lipstick on his collar. I designed his money-laundering fronts.

But the glass had cut deeper than skin.

It had cut the strings that made me his puppet.

"I want to go home," I said.

"Good," he nodded. "The estate is ready."

"No," I said. "Not the estate. The lake house."

"That's too far," he frowned. "I can't protect you there."

"You did a great job protecting me at the casino," I said flatly.

He clenched his jaw.

He didn't argue.

He walked out again.

He left his jacket on the chair.

I saw a drawing sticking out of the pocket.

It was a stick figure drawing of a man and a boy holding hands.

It was signed in shaky crayon: 'Leo'.

I stared at it until my vision blurred.

I didn't rip it up.

I just lay back on the pillows and waited for the darkness to take me.

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Trigger Warning: This book contains dark themes including captivity, violence, abuse, and explicit scenes. Please read responsibly. Sold like a commodity. Claimed like property. Desired like an obsession. Tobias Shane thought he had lost everything when his uncle betrayed him-until he was stripped, chained, and auctioned to the highest bidder. Benjamin Shaai, New York's most feared mafia boss, didn't come for a pet. But when he sees the quiet fire in Tobias' eyes, he wants him. Buys him. Owns him. What begins as a cruel arrangement of pain and pleasure turns into something neither of them expected. But Tobias carries a secret-one that could collapse empires. As enemies circle and betrayal festers from within, the devil finds something he never wanted... a heart. But loving Tobias might be the one war Benjamin can't win.

Action LGBT+Mafia Modern

7.9

Bound By Vows, Sealed In Love

7.9

After a year apart, Iris caught her husband, Caden, in what looked like an affair and made up her mind to file for divorce. Caden pinned her to the wall, his breath warm, his tone lazy and cold. "Divorce? Fine. But didn't we agree to have a child? Give me one, then we're done-assuming you can keep me interested long enough to want one. Until then, don't count on it." And so began her desperate, humiliating journey to get pregnant-not out of love, but for freedom. Later, the man who never begged cracked first, voice wrecked with tears. "Forget the kid. Just don't leave me."

Mafia Modern Romance

9.7

Escaping The Cage: I Married His Worst Enemy

9.7

My husband, the Capo of New York, gripped my hand as we walked into the soundproofed room. He wasn't there to save me. He was there to watch the family doctor carve out my mind. A stranger named Sofia claimed I had sold her to a brothel twelve years ago. It was a lie. But Dante looked at me with cold marble eyes, believing the woman sobbing in his arms over the wife he had vowed to protect. "Sit, Elena," he ordered. He strapped me into the chair. He watched as they injected liquid fire into my veins to force a confession. He dragged me to the kennels, forcing me to feed the dogs I was terrified of, and watched as they tore into my flesh. He even locked me in a freezer to "cool off" my jealousy. The final straw wasn't the pain. It was hearing him plan a Vow Renewal with Sofia, intending to parade me as her Maid of Honor to teach me humility. I realized then that Elena Moretti had to die. So, I set the hospital room on fire. I left my wedding ring in the ashes and vanished into the night. Six months later, Dante found me in Paris. He fell to his knees, begging for forgiveness. I looked at him with dead eyes and handed him a knife. "Kill yourself," I said. "That is the only way I will believe you are sorry."

Mafia Modern Romance

9.0

From Broken to Queen: The Rejected Luna's Rise

9.0

I shattered my knee jumping in front of a silver bullet meant for him. The poison seeped into my marrow, putting my wolf into a coma and leaving me crippled. I thought my sacrifice would secure his love forever. Instead, five years later, Brennan stood in a warehouse while a Rogue held a silver-laced dagger to my throat. Beside me sat Debbi, his mistress—a spy who had staged the whole kidnapping. "You can only save one," the kidnapper sneered. Brennan didn't even hesitate. He looked me in the eye, his gaze cold and devoid of the bond we once shared. "I choose Debbi," he said. He walked out with her in his arms, leaving his Fated Mate to bleed out on the concrete floor. As the blade dug into my skin, I felt the mate bond snap. He thought I died in the explosion that followed. He spent weeks howling in grief when he finally realized Debbi was a traitor and he had killed the only woman who truly loved him. But he was wrong. I didn't die. A federal agent pulled me from the fire, and the trauma didn't kill my wolf—it woke her up. A year later, Brennan walked into a small bistro in Italy, looking for redemption. He fell to his knees when he saw me standing there, healed and glowing with the aura of a White Wolf. "Alyssa," he wept, reaching for me. "I'm so sorry. I'll do anything." I looked him dead in the eye, my gaze icy blue. "Get out," I said. "We don't serve traitors here."

Mafia Romance Werewolf

7.1

His Mistress,His Secret

7.1

He claimed her once. Now he's back to claim everything she's hiding. Elena Rossi built her life on silence and sacrifice. By day, she works endless shifts to keep the lights on. By night, she watches over her fragile daughter,the only reason she keeps breathing. Love is a wound she swore never to reopen, and her past is a shadow she refuses to face. Until Adrian Moretti returns. Once her first love, now a feared mafia boss, Adrian walks back into her world with the same storm-gray eyes that once undid her. He wants Elena back, and Adrian Moretti doesn't ask. He takes. But Elena has a secret. A secret she has guarded with her life. A secret with his blood. Now Adrian's presence threatens to unravel everything she's built. His power, his obsession, his relentless pursuit draw her closer to the fire she barely escaped once before. And as passion collides with danger, Elena faces an impossible choice: surrender to the man who broke her... or risk losing the one thing she cannot live without.

Mafia Mystery Romance

7.3

OWNED BY THE RUTHLESS MAFIA

7.3

I was never supposed to step into his world. I was just a daughter trying to survive the wreckage of a father's mistakes. A quiet girl living a small, careful life-until one night shattered everything I thought I knew about fear, power, and possession. They say the mafia doesn't forgive. They say debts are paid in blood. They never warned me that sometimes, the price is a woman. Luciano De Luca. The name alone makes men lower their voices and avert their eyes. A king without a crown. A devil in a tailored suit. He rules the underworld with calculated brutality, commanding loyalty through fear and obedience through bloodshed. To him, mercy is a weakness-and love is a lie told by foolish men before they die. Luciano is not a man you reason with. He is power, violence, and control wrapped in a deadly calm. A mafia king who destroys without mercy and takes without permission. When my father fails to pay his debt, Luciano takes me instead. I become his collateral. His punishment. His possession. Trapped in his world of blood and secrets, I am nothing more than a reminder of betrayal-kept under his watch, bound by his rules, and stripped of every illusion of freedom. Luciano made it clear from the start: I am not his guest. I am not his lover. I am not free. I am his possession. He watches me like a predator studying prey-cold, assessing, waiting for me to break. He expects fear to reduce me to nothing. He expects me to beg. To submit. But I don't. And that defiance ignites something far more dangerous than hatred in him. But somewhere between the locked doors and the whispered threats, I realize something dangerous: the man who owns me is far more broken than he wants the world to know. Luciano De Luca is ruthless-but he is not heartless. He is controlling-but barely. And every time I challenge him, every time I look him in the eyes without flinching, something dark and volatile stirs beneath his calm exterior. Luciano doesn't love. He claims. He controls. He owns. Yet the more he tries to crush my spirit, the more obsessed he becomes. His protection turns violent. His control turns suffocating. His eyes follow me like a promise and a threat all at once. He says I am his weakness. His mistake. His curse. Yet when enemies circle too close, it is Luciano who shields me with his body. When danger threatens, it is his voice that growls warnings, his hands that tighten possessively, his presence that promises violence to anyone who dares touch what is his. Because once a mafia king decides you belong to him... escape is no longer an option. I am trapped in a golden cage built from power, luxury, and danger-but the greatest threat isn't the guns, the blood, or the men who would kill for him. It's the way Luciano looks at me when he thinks I'm not watching. The way his control fractures when I'm hurt. The way his name feels dangerous on my lips. Because loving a mafia king is not a fairy tale. It's a war. A war between survival and desire. Between freedom and obsession. Between the girl I used to be and the woman his darkness is shaping me into. The deeper I fall into his world, the more I uncover secrets buried beneath his cruelty-betrayals that made him this way, scars that never healed, enemies that would destroy us both if given the chance. And as the line between captor and protector blurs, I'm forced to face a devastating truth: The man who owns my body may soon own my heart. But loving Luciano De Luca comes at a cost. Because in his world, love is a liability. And the moment he chooses me... is the moment he paints a target on my back. Will I escape the man who claims to own me? Or will I surrender to the darkness that refuses to let me go? In a world ruled by blood, power, and betrayal, one innocent woman will discover that the most dangerous thing of all... is being loved by a ruthless mafia king.

Action Horror Mafia

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