The Mafia Matriarch

Alexia Finch is a woman who gave up everything, even her family, to be with the man she loved, Frank. But what is she to do when the man she married cheats on her on their anniversary night with another man?! Alexia catches them in the act and is floored, especially when they try to blame the affair on her. Frustrated at what she had found out, Alexia goes out and has a one-night stand. A one-night stand that ends with her being pregnant by a mysterious man. Regardless, she takes her name back and returns to the family she abandoned to take the reins once more. The reins of being one of the most feared mafia bosses in the city. The matriarch of the dreaded Black Halo. The infamous Mancini family. But what happens when the man she has a child for is the leader of a rival mafia gang? And how will she navigate this new terrain when she has to make peace with him for the sake of her child?

Chapters

Chapter 1

I stood up straight and cleaned the sweat that had perspired on my forehead from all the work that I had been doing. I looked around the house and smiled at myself. I was finally done after three whole hours of cleaning. The house looked spotless and the preparations I had carried out for our four-year anniversary. The room smelled of lavender just how Frank liked it. The red petals I had peppered on the ground and around the house gave a nice touch to the already set table where we would have dinner and, if I was lucky enough, make love. I looked at the clock on my phone and sighed. 7:05 pm. He would be back at 7:30 pm sharp like he always did. I had to have a bath and change before he arrived.

Some minutes passed and soon enough I was bathed and dressed in all the scents and clothes that I knew would get a rise out of Frank on our special night. I didn't wear any makeup since Frank wasn't a big fan of non-natural women. The black lingerie that complimented my striking red hair and emerald eyes stuck to my body perfectly, showing off all my curves and the silk robe I wore covered up just enough to give a peek and elicit a response. I looked sexy and I loved it.

I checked my phone again at 7:29 pm. I turned to the door as I sat out dining in our open-floor planned house and waited excitedly for the door to open up and my husband to walk in. I took a seat on the dining table facing the door and opened a slit in my robe for a sensual effect and waited, preparing myself that he would walk through those doors any moment. Unfortunately for me, about thirty minutes went by before I figured out that he wouldn't be coming home early or maybe not at all. I picked up my phone nervously hoping that nothing had happened to him and dialed his number. After two rings, he answered the call, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Shit. I'm sorry I didn't call earlier, Alexia. I'm swamped with work, and I forgot to tell you that I might not be coming home tonight." His voice filled my ears before I could even say a word.

I frowned. I knew he was always busy and sometimes traveling weeks at a time for work, but it was a special day. He should have known this.

"It's the third time, Frank. I thought we were going to spend the night together," I pointed out.

"I know, I know, and I'm sorry. Work has just been hectic, and my boss gave me overtime tonight. I promise that I will make it up to you, my love. I just need to do this if I want the promotion we talked about."

"So, where will you sleep? At the office?" I asked, resigning to the fact that I would not sleep next to my husband that night.

"No, I'll book a hotel room close to the office for the night. I might not get enough sleep, but it's better than nothing since I'll have to be there early anyway."

"What if I bring you some food tonight?" I offered, understanding but a bit desperate at that point.

"Don't stress yourself. I'll just order room service. I'll see you tomorrow when I get back. Night."

He ended the call without a word about our anniversary. I dropped my phone on the table. Did he forget again? No. He couldn't have. Maybe the work was too much for him and it slipped his mind. I shook my head in confusion. I had to check up on him, even if he didn't want me to. I eyed my phone tugging with the idea of finding out where he was and, in the end, my curiosity and wifely needs won. I grabbed my phone and scrolled through it, using the 'find my family' app to find out where Frank was. It was a plan I opted to have. I didn't think I would need it, but I was glad that I got it. In about two minutes, the app blinked green, and the location appeared on my phone.

I got up from the table and went into the bedroom. I took my purse and wore a large coat to cover up what I was wearing. I also went into the kitchen and packed some food for him, just in case he wanted my cooking afterward, since he was a picky man. With everything I needed in my hands, I left our home and wandered into the starry night.

It took twenty minutes for me to pull up in front of the hotel where he was staying for the night. The Maryland Hotel and Suites. A somewhat tacky name, but at least it looked nice from the outside. I parked my car myself and walked into the building with my coat still on me and the food in my hands. I approached the receptionist's desk and smiled at her.

"Good evening, ma'am. What can I do for you?" The receptionist said in a kind tone.

"My name is Alexia Finch, and I'm here to see my husband, Frank Finch." I replied, cutting straight to the point.

"Can I see an ID please? It's for security purposes," She asked.

"Of course. I understand. Here." I said after I pulled out my ID from my purse and handed it over to her.

With one look at my credentials, she handed my card back to me and then passed me a black key card with a golden number on it. 111 and a lone 4 below it.

"Mr. Frank is in room 111, on the fourth floor, as the card shows. I hope you have a wonderful night, Mrs. Finch." She said to me with a smile.

I returned her smile, turned from the desk and walked straight to the elevator, pressing the button for the third floor immediately I got in. The elevator slowly ascended, causing tremors to go up my spine and butterflies to swarm in my stomach. I was so close. The elevator doors opened, allowing me to get on to the floor. I looked around, and my eyes landed on a brown wooden door with Frank's room number on it. I got to it and took a deep breath before swiping the card and entering the now opened room. My heels clacked on the tiles as I glanced around the room.

"Frank?" I called out to my husband, but I heard no response back.

The living room was dark and as I heard shuffling inside, I assumed that Frank was still working in the main bedroom. I set the purse and keys in my hands on the living room table and shrugged off my coat, ready to surprise my husband.

In the end, it was me who was surprised because while I went into the bedroom to see my husband hunched over some papers with his reading glasses on, I would never have guessed that he would be on top of someone, grunting, grinding and saying how much he loved them. His moans reached my ears. Moans I had never heard when he and I were together. The container of food dropped from my hands and clattered to the floor, spilling its contents everywhere as I stood frozen in shock at what I was witnessing.

Frank stopped plowing whoever was below him and turned to look at what had caused the noise. His eyes widened when they landed on me, who was in nothing but lingerie. My lip quivered and my heart sank. Frank got up from the person, used one of the bed sheets to cover himself up and then turned to face me. He put his hands up in a pleading manner.

"Alexia, it's not what you think it is." He said as he watched on like a deer caught in headlights.

My heart shattered into a million pieces at the sight of the man I loved trying to gaslight me on what I had seen with my own eyes. It was too much to bear. At that point, I felt my blood warm up, and I stepped forward, my anger beginning to materialize.

"Then what is it? Huh. What the hell is it then, Frank Finch?"

Continue to next part

On our third wedding anniversary, I planned to tell my husband I was pregnant. Instead, I watched him get down on one knee and propose to another woman. In the ensuing chaos, he shoved me down a flight of marble stairs. I woke up in the hospital, losing our baby. The doctor called him, begging him to come. "Tell her to stop this pathetic act," I heard my husband's voice say over the phone. "I don't have time for her games." He hung up. He was at the same hospital, comforting his mistress over a minor burn while our child died. After three years of lies and five broken promises, I finally woke up. I left him a box with the ultrasound photos and my miscarriage diagnosis, signed the divorce papers, and disappeared from his life forever.

Mafia Modern Romance

9.1

Beast World: They Hated Me, Then I Cooked Them Dinner

9.1

Waking up with a cold, scaly hand wrapped around my throat wasn't the worst part. The worst part was realizing I'd transmigrated into the body of Terra Mason—the most despised woman in the entire Enclave. She drugged high-level beast-men and forced them into life-binding bio-contracts. She locked an aquatic warrior in a dry basement until his organs failed. She treated the most lethal males in the city like broken toys. Zev, the Level 6 serpent who's currently choking me, would rather blow up his own heart than spend another day as my slave. His affection metric? Negative ninety. His trust? Zero. Then my system activates: the Kore AI. It gives me exactly 500 credits, a medical nano-gel, and a recipe for neutralizing the radioactive poison in mutant meat. Real food. In this world, that's worth more than gold. I save Rhys, the dying aquatic male everyone left for dead. I season a slab of purple mutant steak until Sam, a battle-scarred grizzly shifter, groans at the taste—and his trust points finally tick above zero. When my backstabbing ex-best friend tries to steal my males and destroy me, I don't scream or throw a tantrum like the old Terra. I dismantle her with the truth. But earning their trust means more than grilling meat. A scorpion swarm ambushes us at midnight. Sam throws himself between me and a stinger the size of my arm. As he stands over the corpse, fur receding from his claws, he stares at me and whispers, "You were testing me." Yes. I was. Because in this world, the weak don't survive. And I refuse to be weak again. Four beast-men. Four contracts. One system. And a whole lot of steak. Let this dystopian wasteland know—I'm not the monster they remember. I'm worse. I'm the one who's going to feed them until they'd kill for me.

Action LitRPG Mafia Sci-Fi

8.1

Dangerous Desire: The CEO's Hidden Woman

8.1

Young, wild, and alluring, that's how everyone viewed Scarlett Morris. Most women hated her appearance because she possessed those qualities that drew men's attention towards her. Social media posts often defame and humiliate her personality, but she only shrugs her shoulders at it. Her main focus was to earn more money to support her needs and her twin brother's education. No matter how hard life threw at her, she rose above it and ignored gossip and humiliation, but people around her were vicious as their jealousy consumed their minds. She often ran into trouble, and someone out of her league became her savior. It was none other than the business mogul - Francis Sandler. Francis Sandler built a legendary empire with his business talent and extraordinary networking skills– he handled with absolute perfection both gangs and the government. He came from the wealthiest Sandler family of Irving City- and he's the CEO of T.B.S Empire. His deep secret was buried as danger evolved around it. He was accustomed that most women were crawling into his bed to warm his night. From his perspective, Scarlett was another young and wild woman who aimed for his fortune. Their destiny collided when, several times, Francis became Scarlett's savior. That moment Scarlett's enchanting beauty caught his attention, yet his painful and failed marriage reminded him that a beautiful woman is only a trophy to display. He offered her a tempting business transaction, giving her everything life has to offer and becoming his hidden woman.

Billionaire Mafia Romance

8.9

Deal with the Dark Don

8.9

"All I want is your body for a night. Give it to me, and I'll see to it that your mother survives. That was the proposal. cold, ruthless, and unstoppable. It was never intended for Scarlett Boone to come into contact with the underworld. But when hope was evaporating and her mother's life was in jeopardy, desperation drove her to take a risky risk and kiss a stranger in the dark. Everything changed on that one kiss. The unidentified individual? Fearsome Mafia Don Jaxon Creed was a cold-blooded billionaire who was accustomed to getting his way. And he wants Scarlett immediately. Just one evening. Not a thing. However, both of them are unwilling to confront some things that are buried deep in their history. Jaxon's demand for one night turns into a hazardous addiction as his obsession grows. Additionally, the price of that night might be higher than any of them had anticipated when lust and treachery clash. It was a desperate bargain. a passion from which neither can break free. and a history that has the power to destroy everything. Will one careless evening burn them both to ashes or spark something genuine?

Billionaire Mafia Modern

8.2

El padre de mis hijos

8.2

Trilogía Carluccio: Libro 1. Una madre para mi hijo. Libro 2. El padre de mis hijos. Libro 3. El hijo de la reina de la mafia. Una vez más la vida de Lilibeth se pondrá de cabeza al recibir una misteriosa llamada, descubriendo una dolorosa verdad que la llevará de regreso a Italia, donde arriesgará más que su vida. ¿Qué harías si te enterases que El padre de tus hijos aún vive? ¿Serías capaz de entregarlo todo con tal de salvarlo de las garras de sus enemigos y recuperar su amor aun cuando éste no te recuerda? ¿Confiarías en un hombre que está dispuesto a darte todo su poder sin conocer si tiene algún motivo oculto? Una historia llena de traición, mentiras, secretos y venganza, pero sobre todo de amor verdadero.

Action Mafia Romance

7.6

He Faked Death, I Married The Don

7.6

I was arranging white lilies on the cold marble of my husband's grave when I saw a ghost. Walking through the cemetery gates was a man who looked exactly like my dead husband, Dante. Logic said it was his twin brother, Matteo. But a wife knows the slope of a man's shoulders. She knows the arrogant tilt of his chin. My husband hadn't been blown up in a car bomb three years ago. He had faked his death to steal his brother's rank, his fortune, and his mistress. For three years, I had forced our son, Leo, to kiss a photograph goodnight. We lived in a damp, peeling apartment, surviving on the "charity" of the Family. Meanwhile, Dante was living in a mansion, driving cars that cost more than my life, playing house with another woman. When he came to our cramped apartment to drop off the monthly "pension" money, pretending to be Uncle Matteo, he didn't look at me with love. He looked at his watch. When Leo ran to hug him, shouting "Papa," Dante peeled the boy's small arms off his expensive suit like he was removing a piece of lint. "Don't call me that," he snapped. "I am your Uncle." My grief turned into ice. He chose another woman's comfort over his own son's hunger. I grabbed Leo's hand and walked out the door. "You walk away, and you get nothing!" Dante shouted after me. "You'll be on the street!" I didn't stop. I walked straight to the black SUV idling at the curb. The window rolled down, revealing Salvatore Vitiello. The Don. The most lethal man in the city. "Get in, Elena," he commanded. I opened the door and slid onto the leather seat next to the devil himself. As we drove away, leaving my husband in the dust, I realized I had just traded a liar for a killer. And I didn't regret it for a second.

Mafia Modern Romance

The Mafia Matriarch

Chapter 1

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