The Mafia King's Regret After My Death

I was his anchor when Victor was drowning in despair, offering him everything-my love, my soul. But he sent me to a remote mountain in Myanmar, leaving me to die alone with pregnancy . Years later, at his wedding, my mother handed him a photo-me, lifeless. His eyes met mine one last time. But it was too late

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Chapter 1

I had been with Victor for ten years.

This was the first time he offered to celebrate my birthday.

Excited, I reserved a picturesque lodge overlooking the Mount Hkakabo Razi for a private getaway.

I also had good news to share with him.

Halfway up the winding road, his phone rang.

Leila.

Victor's first love.

The daughter of a notorious gang leader, she was the one he had protected, cherished, and lost when their worlds collided with violence.

And now, she was back.

Victor stiffened the moment he heard her voice, his hand tightening on the wheel.

I held my breath, the pregnancy report trembling in my bag.

"Victor. I can't do this alone. Please, I need you."

His grip on the wheel grew ironclad.

I waited.

He didn't hang up. He didn't slow down.

"Victor, I."

"Ariya!"

Victor slammed the brakes, the car lurching to a violent stop.

"Get out," he said, his voice cold and clipped.

"Victor, you promised we'd spend today together," I whispered, trying to steady my trembling hands.

"Get out!" he barked.

I stepped out, the crumpled pregnancy report slipping from my hand as his car sped off, leaving me alone on the mountainside.

Victor's car vanished into the distance, leaving me stranded in suffocating darkness.

The night wrapped around me like a noose, cold and merciless.

He knew I feared the dark.

He just never cared.

I fumbled for my phone, my fingers trembling as I tried to call for help.

Then came the voice.

"Out here all alone, pretty girl?"

I turned to run.

A hand shot out of the shadows, grabbing my hair and yanking me back so hard I hit the ground.

"You're not going anywhere."

I screamed.

His laugh was low and mocking, like he enjoyed the sound of my fear.

I kicked, thrashed, clawed at his arms, but he was too strong.

He dragged me deeper into the woods, gravel biting into my skin as I fought to break free.

"Keep screaming. No one's coming," he snarled, slamming me into a tree.

My vision blurred. My phone slipped from my grasp. Desperate, I snatched it up and dialed Victor.

Once.

Twice.

The line was busy.

No answer.

Then. he hung up.

The man's fist collided with my stomach, knocking the air from my lungs.

He threw me to the ground like a rag doll, laughing as I struggled to breathe.

"You look better on your knees."

Tears streamed down my face as I crawled, trying to put distance between us.

"Run all you want," he taunted, picking up a jagged rock.

"Makes it more fun for me."

I stumbled forward, tripping over roots, my legs giving out as he loomed closer.

The rock struck my head, sending a searing pain down my temple.

Blood dripped into my eyes, but I kept moving, adrenaline the only thing keeping me upright.

I found a hollow tree and crawled inside, shaking as I typed a message to Victor.

"Help me."

But my finger froze over the send button.

Leila's post appeared on my screen.

"In my darkest moment, you always come to me. Thank you, Victor, for being there."

Victor had hung up on me-for her.

Ten years of devotion turned to ash in an instant.

"Victor, let's end this."

"Fine."

One word.

One word that broke me.

"Found you," the man growled, his cruel grin shining in the moonlight.

He reached into his jacket, pulling out a knife.

"Let's make this last."

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"Marry me... or your family dies." To save her father's life, Rachel Owens signs the one contract no woman survives: becoming the wife of Damien Montrel, the city's most feared mafia king. His rules are simple: Obey. Stay inside. Don't ask questions. But behind the mansion's locked doors, Rachel discovers a softer truth meant to stay hidden- Leo. A small boy who calls her "Mama," and the only weakness Damien has ever had. Damien is ruthless to his enemies and merciless to traitors... yet for Rachel, his control begins to crack. Her kindness disarms him. Her silence wounds him. Her fear destroys him. Just as they begin to trust each other, a new enemy rises - The Raven, a shadow who knows Damien's secrets, his past... and Rachel's value. War is coming. In a world ruled by blood and vengeance, Rachel must decide: Is the real danger the man she married... or the one coming for them both?

Mafia Modern Romance

8.6

Enemies At The Altar

8.6

Mia Romano never wanted the mafia life. The daughter of a ruthless Don, she dreamed of freedom, of love beyond blood-soaked vows. But her world shatters when her father forces her into marriage with Mark DeLuca-his cold, calculating right-hand man. Handsome, loyal, and untouchable, Mark has secretly loved Mia for years, though she has always belonged to another. Trapped in a loveless arrangement, Mia despises him, clinging to her boyfriend, the one man who ever made her feel normal. But Mark's world is one of power, protection, and unshakable devotion. And when rivals close in, Mia discovers the dangerous fire that burns beneath Mark's calm surface. As they sleep in separate rooms, jealousy brews, especially when Mark's alluring ex moves into their lives. What begins as hatred slowly twists into longing, obsession, and passion. But in the mafia world, love comes with blood, betrayal, and deadly consequences. Will Mia surrender to the man she swore she would never love-or will her heart destroy them both? Read to find out.

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."

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9.2

From Mafia Pawn To The Don's Queen

9.2

It wasn't a gun, but the pen in my hand was going to end my life just the same. Liam, the man I was supposed to marry in a month, pointed to the tablet on his desk. It showed a live feed of my mother’s hospital room. "Sign the confession, Ava," he said, his voice devoid of any warmth. "Take the fall for the embezzlement. Or the funding for her ventilator stops in ten seconds." My heart hammered against my ribs. The crimes weren't mine. They belonged to Chloe, his mistress. But Liam Valenti, the Underboss of New York, was sacrificing me to save her. "She's fragile," he said casually, adjusting his silk cuffs. "She can't handle prison. You're strong. You'll survive." With tears blurring my vision, I signed the document. I signed away my career as a lawyer and my freedom to save my mother. Liam snatched the paper like a prize. He didn't offer comfort. He just smirked. "Good girl. The wedding is still on, of course. You'll look beautiful in the ankle monitor." He walked out to celebrate with his mistress, thinking he had won. Thinking he owned me. But he forgot one crucial detail. I wasn't just his fiancée. I was the one who laundered his money. I knew where every body was buried—literally and financially. The moment the door clicked shut, I stopped crying. I pulled out a burner phone and opened an encrypted app. I wasn't going to jail. I was going to war. I typed three words to the one man Liam feared most. "Execute Protocol Zero."

Mafia Modern Romance

7.3

Marrying The Rival: My Ex-Husband's Despair

7.3

I stood outside my husband's study, the perfect mafia wife, only to hear him mocking me as an "ice sculpture" while he entertained his mistress, Aria. But the betrayal went deeper than infidelity. A week later, my saddle snapped mid-jump, leaving me with a shattered leg. Lying in the hospital bed, I overheard the conversation that killed the last of my love. My husband, Alessandro, knew Aria had sabotaged my gear. He knew she could have killed me. Yet, he told his men to let it go. He called my near-death experience a "lesson" because I had bruised his mistress's ego. He humiliated me publicly, freezing my accounts to buy family heirlooms for her. He stood by while she threatened to leak our private tapes to the press. He destroyed my dignity to play the hero for a woman he thought was a helpless orphan. He had no idea she was a fraud. He didn't know I had installed micro-cameras throughout the estate while he was busy pampering her. He didn't know I had hours of footage showing his "innocent" Aria sleeping with his guards, his rivals, and even his staff, laughing about how easy he was to manipulate. At the annual charity gala, in front of the entire crime family, Alessandro demanded I apologize to her. I didn't beg. I didn't cry. I simply connected my drive to the main projector and pressed play.

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7.7

My Husband Sold Me to the Don

7.7

My husband, Hudson Higgins, used my dowry to buy his way into the Chicago underworld while his family treated me like a servant in my own home. I endured their insults for the sake of my five-year-old daughter, Josie. But then, the unthinkable happened. I found Josie's small, lifeless body by the garden fountain, while my sister-in-law Karly and mother-in-law Eleanor stood by, complaining about their party plans. "She was just too naughty," Karly sneered, adjusting her pearls over my dead child. When I turned to Hudson for help, he looked at me with dead eyes and told me it was just her fate. In that moment of absolute grief, I remembered the words of the ruthless Don Damien Falcone: "Your husband is a man who knows how to close a deal." The truth sliced through me like a blade. Hudson hadn't just ignored the Don's interest in me; he had actively sold me to the Devil of Chicago to buy his seat at the table. He let his family punish me for the very sin he committed. I had lost everything-my dignity, my mother, and now my baby-all sacrificed for a man who traded his wife's body for power. The sorrow in my chest evaporated, replaced by a scorching, blinding thirst for a blood vendetta. After lunging at Hudson and feeling the world explode into white, I opened my eyes to find myself back in the winter of 1928. It was the exact night the nightmare began, and Don Damien Falcone was walking toward me in his penthouse. This time, I won't be the broken bird in his gilded cage. If Hudson wants to use me to climb the ranks, I will use the Don's dark obsession to burn the Higgins family to the ground.

Mafia Modern Romance

The Mafia King's Regret After My Death

Chapter 1

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