The Mafia King's Unwanted Pregnant Wife
While I was pregnant, my husband held a party downstairs for another woman's son.
Through a hidden mental link, I overheard my husband, Don Dante Rossi, tell his consigliere he was going to publicly reject me tomorrow. He planned to make his mistress, Serena, his new mate.
An act forbidden by ancient law while I carried his heir.
Later, Serena cornered me, her smile venomous. When Dante appeared, she shrieked, clawing her own arm and blaming me for the attack.
Dante didn’t even look at me. He snarled a command that froze my body and stole my voice, ordering me from his sight as he cradled her.
He moved her and her son into our master suite. I was demoted to the guest room at the end of the hall.
Passing her open door, I saw him rocking her baby, humming the lullaby my own mother used to sing to me.
I heard him promise her, “Soon, my love. I’ll sever the bond and give you the life you deserve.”
The love I felt for him, the power I’d hidden for four years to protect his fragile ego, all turned to ice.
He thought I was a weak, powerless wife he could discard. He was about to find out that the woman he betrayed was Alessia De Luca, princess of the most powerful family on the continent.
And I was finally going home.
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Chapter 3
Alessia POV:
The walk back to our wing of the house felt like traversing enemy territory. The scent of him, of them, was everywhere. Serena’s cheap floral perfume mixed with Dante’s masculine scent of leather and spice. It was a violation, an invasion that made my stomach churn.
This wasn’t my home anymore. It was a cage tainted by lies.
When I pushed open the door to our bedroom, the combined scent was so strong it felt like a slap. I saw her things—a silk robe draped over my reading chair, a pair of her shoes by the bed.
Something inside me snapped.
A raw, desperate energy surged through me. I stalked into the room, grabbing the silk robe and flinging it out into the hallway. Then her shoes. A book she’d been reading. I didn’t care who saw. I didn’t care what they thought. I was cleansing my space, exorcising her presence with a fury I didn’t know I possessed.
I was in the middle of dragging Dante’s clothes from the closet, intent on throwing them out too, when a sleek black car pulled up to the front entrance.
Dante emerged, Serena clinging to his arm. He was holding her child, whispering soothing words to him.
“This will be your new home now, little one,” I heard him say, his voice carrying on the still night air. “I’ll protect you both.”
An elderly pack member, Mrs. Bianchi, was walking by and stopped, her face breaking into a warm smile. “Don Rossi! What a beautiful family. Congratulations on your heir.”
Serena beamed, preening under the praise.
My blood ran cold. The lie was spreading. It was becoming truth in the eyes of our people.
Dante didn’t correct her. He didn’t even hesitate. He simply nodded, a possessive hand coming to rest on Serena’s waist, pulling her closer. It was a clear, public declaration.
In their eyes, I was already replaced.
He finally looked up and saw me standing in the doorway, his clothes in a heap at my feet. A flicker of annoyance crossed his face.
“Alessia,” he said, his voice tight. “I thought I told you to wait for me.”
It was such a blatant lie, such a transparent attempt to paint me as the disobedient one, that a bitter laugh almost escaped my lips.
“Why didn’t you tell her the truth, Dante?” I asked, my voice dangerously quiet. “Why didn’t you tell her that child isn’t yours? That I am the one carrying your heir?”
“Don’t make a scene,” he hissed, his eyes darting around to see if anyone was listening.
The baby in his arms began to fuss, a thin, reedy cry that instantly captured all of Dante’s attention. He turned his back on me completely, focusing on cooing at the child.
“Serena and the boy will be staying here,” he said over his shoulder, his voice devoid of any emotion. “In the master suite. You can take the guest room at the end of the hall.”
The guest room. The omega’s quarters. It was the lowest-status room in the house, reserved for visiting members of no importance. It was a public and deliberate humiliation.
He was not just replacing me. He was demoting me. Erasing me.
Any lingering flicker of hope, any tiny, stupid ember of the love I once felt, was extinguished. There was nothing left now but a hollow, aching void.
He wanted to put me in my place. Fine.
I would find a new one.
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8.0
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."
8.1
My fiancé, the ruthless Mafia Underboss, tore my dead mother's necklace from my throat and fastened it around another woman's neck.
"Diana needs it," Arthur said, his eyes cold. "My blood remembers loving her. It calms her anxiety."
He was referring to the bone marrow transplant that saved his life. Diana was connected to the donor, and Arthur believed his new blood made him belong to her.
I became a ghost in my own home, forced to watch him crown a usurper.
When Diana faked a fall at a gala, accusing me of pushing her, Arthur didn't hesitate. He decided to "discipline" me publicly to teach me respect.
He raised the whip.
"Arthur, please, I'm pregnant!" I screamed, shielding my stomach.
"Don't lie to me," he spat, and the lash came down.
I lost our baby on that cold marble floor in a pool of blood. He didn't believe me. He stepped over my body to take Diana to dinner.
He didn't stop there. He let my grandmother die in the ER to tend to Diana's bruised nose. He even dug up my grandmother's grave because Diana wanted the view for a garden.
I finally fled, vanishing into the night.
It wasn't until months later, when he found the autopsy report of our unborn child and the toxicology results proving Diana had been drugging him, that the fog lifted.
He tracked me down to a small town, where I was finally healing with a good man.
The feared Underboss fell to his knees in the pouring rain, holding the whip he had used on me, shaking violently.
"Beat me, Ella," he begged, tears mixing with the mud. "Hurt me. Make us even."
I looked at the monster I used to love and dropped his ring into the dirt.
"You can't bring back the dead, Arthur," I whispered. "And you are dead to me."
7.1
"Your bravery is admirable, General. Pity it will be your last day," She purred, her voice laced with venom as it echoed through the phone.
Silence met her words, and with a satisfied smirk, she placed the phone back on the table.
Reaching for her wine glass, she took a sip savoring the taste of revenge.
Raven's eyes shifted to the man standing before her. His rigid posture betrayed his fear as she issued her next command.
"Kill him slow and messy. Make a little video of it"
A devilish smile crept into her face as she imagined the scene.
*****
Lelia Morin, an accomplished businesswoman known for her philanthropic endeavours, had a reputation of being kind, generous and virtuous.
Crowned as the Nation's woman", she was an epitome of beauty and grace.
One fateful night, her judgment clouded with alcohol leading her into a night of passion with a mysterious man.
Reid Donovan awoke to the unexpected sight of a stunning woman beside him, and due to the circumstances and the strange attraction he had with her.
He decided to take responsibility for his actions by marrying her.
Little did they know that both of them were harbouring secrets.
A secret like Reid Donovan being an undercover General sent to investigate the Moran family. Which is unknown to the world it's her family.
These hidden truths were more dangerous than they could ever imagine.
As their lives begin to intertwine, these secrets threaten to ruin their lives, risking everything they hold dear.
Will they be able to conquer and confront those secrets or will the secrets end up pushing them deep into its abyss.
8.3
The last thing I remember is my fiancé, Cayden, toasting to our future. The first thing I hear when I wake up in a hospital is him telling the city's most feared Don to pretend to be my fiancé instead.
A doctor says I have severe neurological damage. Amnesia.
Then, my best friend, Vivian—the girl I considered a sister—walks in. Her hand is linked through Cayden's arm, her head resting on his shoulder. They look like a perfect, loving couple.
I hear Cayden's frantic voice in the hallway, not even bothering to whisper. "Please, Liam," he begs the Don, Liam Hewitt. "Just do me this one favor. I need a break from all her marriage talk."
Then his voice turns slick with temptation. "As her 'fiancé,' you can finally get her to sign the demolition agreement for the Owen manor. She'll do anything you ask."
My heart turns to a pile of cold, dead ash. The man I loved and the woman I trusted didn't just betray me. They tried to erase me.
When they all step back into my room, I steady myself. I look past Cayden, past Vivian, and fix my eyes on the most dangerous man in the city.
A faint smile touches my lips. "Only you feel familiar," I say to Liam Hewitt, my voice a soft, broken thing.
"Fiancé," I say, the word tasting like poison and opportunity. "I'm sorry, I seem to have forgotten your name. Take me home."
9.6
She came to St. Jude's to be invisible.
He made that impossible.
Elara Vance doesn't speak. Not because she can't, because the world stopped being safe enough to speak to. She's brilliant, she's careful, and she has survived worse than an elite private school full of students who treat cruelty like a sport.
She just needs two semesters. That's all.
Julian Reed was supposed to be background noise. The soccer star. The golden boy. The one everyone watches and no one really knows. She was not supposed to catch his attention. He was not supposed to keep hers.
But when Julian steps in to help her and accidentally paints a target on her back, Elara discovers that some enemies don't just want to win. They want to destroy. And some protectors don't know when to stop.
She doesn't need saving.
She needs to get through senior year without falling apart.
She's failing at both.
Enemies in the hallway. Secrets in the group chat. A stepmother at home who calls it honesty when she cuts. And a boy in the front row who keeps sliding notes backward and saying things like I pay what I owe like he actually means it.
Elara has one rule: don't let anyone in.
Julian Reed is very bad for her rules.
8.1
Warning 🔞
"So wet for the enemy", he taunted, scissoring inside me and stretching my walls.
I moaned, throwing my head back and riding his hand. When he withdrew his fingers, I moaned at the loss. Adrian took his fingers to his mouth and wiped off my juices.
Fuck!
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