The Mafia's Blind Wife

An accidental act of heroism reshaped Sera's life entirely. She lost her sight saving the grandmother of a stranger. In return for her goodness, she was forced into marriage with the old woman's grandson, Lucian Vitale. He was a mysterious businessman with no interest in love, and as people whispered, colder than ice. Given her circumstances, Sera had no choice but to accept. She became his pretend wife, bound by contract. It was a kind of relationship she'd never imagined living. Sera had never planned to fall for a man she'd never seen. But with every touch, every murmur from Lucian, she was slowly pulled under by longing and feelings that should never have taken root. In darkness, she learned to love-and to bleed. Then came the day her vision returned. She heard a truth that shattered her world and tore at her heart. Frightened beyond reason, Sera ran and vanished. She carried a secret in her womb: the child of their passionate nights together. Four years slipped by. A man stepped back into her life. Same voice, same scent, same way his hands found hers... but he did not know her. He had amnesia. Can Sera escape the man who once meant everything to her? Or is this fate's way of calling them back to settle what they began-in their beds, their hearts, and the secrets that still wait to be told? Between lies, desire, and memories... will they choose each other still?

Chapters

Chapter 2

SERAPHINA

"Oh my god, Yuki! Get out of here-shoo! Go home!"

I sprinted toward the road where our long-haired mutt was tangled up with a stray, fur flying as they circled each other. I held my umbrella high, using it to nudge them apart before things went too far, my nose wrinkling at the earthy, musky smell of their excitement.

I pointed at Yuki-Dad had begged his boss for her years ago, and she'd been ours ever since. "You horny little troublemaker! We don't have money for puppies if you get knocked up!" I snapped.

Yuki whined, her tail drooping as she stared after the stray. When I made a show of swinging my hand at the male dog, he took off in a flash of brown fur.

"And you!" I glared at her. "Planning to camp out here all night?" She flinched and bolted toward our rickety wooden house, her claws clicking against the dirt.

I followed her inside to find Dad hunched over his phone, his shoulders hunched in the way I knew meant he was gambling again. I cleared my throat loud enough to make him jump-he whipped around, pale as fresh paper.

"S-Sera!" He stuffed the phone behind his back so fast it nearly slipped. "Been home long?"

I shook my head. "Just got here, Papa."

If only Mama knew about this. He looked hooked, and the thought twisted in my gut. But he just raised an eyebrow, acting like nothing was wrong.

"Hmm. Well, get inside then. What are you staring at? The dishes are piled up in the kitchen-wash them before you start dinner."

I forced a smile. "Yes, Papa. I'll take care of it."

He went right back to his screen. Not a word about my day, or if I was tired, or what I might want to eat. No surprise there.

I didn't linger. Even from the doorway, I could see the mountain of crusty plates and pots-they'd clearly waited for me to clean up after them. I was drained from back-to-back classes, but this was how it always was. I'd grown used to feeling like an outsider in my own home, but the sting never quite faded.

As I scrubbed grime from a pot, Mama walked past. Her face tightened the second she saw me.

"Really, Sera? What kind of girl comes home this late? Good grief-you're always causing problems!"

It's barely five o'clock. I bit back the words. Arguing only made her yell louder.

"I'm sorry, Mama. Classes ran long."

"Tsk! Hurry up! Hera will be home soon, and you haven't even started cooking." She stomped off, her footsteps heavy against the wooden floorboards.

I sighed and kept washing. Hera was two years younger than me, but we'd be graduating college together-I'd had to take two years off when Mama made me quit to work. I'd had no choice but to agree.

My stomach rumbled as I finished up-I'd skipped lunch to save my allowance. I got to work right away, boiling rice and frying canned corned beef from the town's relief supplies.

"Mama, dinner's ready. You should eat first," I called out before heading to my room-the walls were cracked, and a hole in the roof was big enough to stick my head through.

I changed clothes and stayed put, waiting for them to finish. I knew they'd never ask me to sit at the table with them-it was always this way.

I still didn't understand why they hated me so much. Even as a kid, they'd kept their distance. I'd asked if I was adopted, but they swore we were blood-said a DNA test would prove it.

I let out a long breath and looked up at the sky through the hole above me. "Really, Lord? You love testing me, don't you?"

When I heard dishes clattering in the kitchen, I finally stepped out. I was starving.

"Mama, did you save me any food?" I asked quietly.

"There was some left, but we kept it for Hera. We forgot about you." She laughed, but it was sharp as glass.

I dropped my gaze. Of course. For Hera.

"Okay, Mama. I'll just go to sleep then."

She raised an eyebrow. "Fine, sleep. Why the long face? Are you mad you didn't get any?"

I jumped at her shout and shook my head. "No, Mama!"

"Don't give me that look, Sera. Get a job if you want to eat! Dammit, you're always bothering me."

I turned away, my jaw tight, just as Hera walked in. "Hey, everyone!"

Mama and Dad rushed to her side. "Our beautiful girl! Even tired from class, you're still so pretty!" They kissed her cheeks, cooing over her bag and her hair.

"Go eat, Hera-we saved your favorite for you," Mama said, her voice soft as silk.

I bit my lip and headed back to my room, staring at the cracked wall as my mind spun.

That's all I'd ever wanted-for them to look at me like that. We were both their daughters, so why was I so different? Why did they hold every bit of care back from me?

The pain was sharp, but I didn't cry-I was used to it by now. Even so, a part of me still ached for the love they showered on Hera.

I slapped my cheeks hard, then pinched them to pull myself together. "Come on, Sera. You're tough-this won't break you. The Lord must have something big planned!" I forced a laugh, whispering the words to the empty room.

Sleep was better than dwelling on it. I had an event at school early tomorrow, and I needed to be up before dawn.

"Mama, I'm heading to school!" I called out, raising my voice to cut through the quiet house. She could be anywhere-her room, the yard-so shouting was the only way to be sure.

I waited a few seconds, but no answer came. I scratched my head, my heart racing-I was already running late. I needed to ask her for a hundred pesos to cover something my savings couldn't stretch to.

"Mama?" I called again.

I was about to give up and leave when I heard footsteps. Mama rounded the corner, phone in hand, wearing a smile I'd never seen before-tight and strange.

She looked me up and down, her eyes narrowing when they landed on my backpack.

"Mama, I have to go-"

"You're not going anywhere," she said, her voice flat and firm. Confusion knotted in my chest.

"What do you mean-"

"Quit school, Sera." She stared at me with a cold glint in her eye, then let out a small smirk. "There's a better life waiting for you."

My chest tightened with unease. I forced a laugh. "Mama, come on-it's too early for jokes-"

She cut me off, grabbing my arm so hard I winced. I'd never seen her like this-her grip was like iron.

"I said you're not going. Do you understand me?!"

I gasped and pulled my arm away with all my strength.

"I'm going to school," I repeated, and ran for the door.

"Sera! Get back here, you little brat! I'm talking to you!" I blocked out her shouts, sprinting down the dirt path away from the house.

What is wrong with her? She'd seemed almost happy a minute ago-why was she turning on me again?

I shook my head as I walked, knowing I'd never make the event on time now. I'd had to walk since I couldn't afford fare, and the school was just ahead.

Great, Seraphina. Real smart. I messed up my hair in frustration. "Why do you always land yourself in this mess?!"

I muttered to myself as I trudged onward, just steps from the school's back gate. I could already picture my teacher scolding me, my friends teasing me-but none of that mattered when I saw the black van pull up beside an old woman standing by the road.

Then I saw the glint of a knife.

My eyes went wide as two men shoved her toward the van's open door. Kidnapping? Oh my god!

I acted without thinking, charging toward them as I screamed. "Stop! You can't do this-let her go!"

They turned to look at me-masked faces, dark eyes hard with anger. I hurled my heavy backpack full of books at one of them, then rushed to the old woman, who'd slumped against the van, blood seeping from her side.

"Oh my god! Are you okay? Breathe slowly!" I pulled out my handkerchief and pressed it to her wound, holding tight to stem the flow.

"Who the hell are you?!" one of the men snarled.

"Help! Someone help us! They're trying to hurt her!" I yelled at passing cars, my voice cracking with fear.

The men panicked-they didn't want attention. They started climbing into the van, but my eyes were locked on the man in the passenger seat-he wasn't masked, and he was staring right at me. We held each other's gaze for a second too long, then something cold and sharp sprayed into my face.

"AHHH! My eyes!" I screamed as searing pain shot through them. I couldn't open them, couldn't see a thing-whatever they'd used burned like acid, making tears stream down my cheeks.

"Argh..." I groaned, but forced myself to keep holding the old woman close, my hands shaking.

"Hold on, ma'am," I whispered.

But the pain was too much. The world went black before I could feel if she was still breathing.

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I was reviewing the laundering accounts when my husband asked for a hundred thousand dollars for the nanny. It took three seconds for me to realize the woman he was trying to pay off was wearing my missing vintage Chanel earrings. Damian looked me in the eye, using his best doctor's voice. "She is struggling, Ainsley. She has five boys to feed." When Casey walked in, she wasn't wearing a uniform. She was wearing my jewelry and looking at my husband with intimate familiarity. Instead of apologizing when I confronted them, Damian protected her. He looked at me with a mixture of pity and disgust. "She is a good mother," he sneered. "Something you wouldn't understand." He used the infertility I had spent millions trying to cure as a weapon against me. He didn't know that I had just received the investigator's file. The file that proved those five boys were his. The file that proved he had gotten a secret vasectomy six months before we started trying for a baby. He had let me endure years of painful procedures, hormones, and shame, all while funding his secret family with my father's money. I looked at the man I had shielded from the violence of my world so he could play god in a white coat. I didn't scream. I am a Pierce. We execute. I picked up my phone and dialed my enforcer. "I want him ruined. I want him to have nothing. I want him to wish he was dead."

Mafia Modern Romance

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

9.2

Just A Placeholder: Dying For His Mistress

9.2

I stood on the tarmac clutching white magnolias, watching the man I loved hand his loyalty to the woman born to destroy me. Dante Cavallaro, the Ruthless Underboss, didn't just leave me for Sofia Moretti. He revealed that for two years, I wasn't his lover. I was a human shield. The heavy iron bangle he forced me to wear wasn't a gift for my protection. "It's a Malocchio anchor," he sneered as I lay paralyzed on the floor. "It drains the wearer's luck to keep Sofia healthy. You are just the filter." My body began to rot from the inside out, my nerves dying one by one. When I was finally on my deathbed, unable to move or speak, Dante didn't cry for me. He cried because his tool was broken. He forced the cursed bangle onto his own wrist, begging the universe to keep me alive so I could continue to suffer in Sofia's place. "Please," he sobbed into my sheets. "Don't leave me alone with the bad luck." I used my last breath to make a wish—not for him, but for my freedom. I closed my eyes and died. Exactly one hour later, Dante's phone rang. It was his father. "Sofia just collapsed," he said. "Her heart just stopped." I was the vessel. And now that I was gone, the poison had come home to the King.

Action Mafia Romance

8.5

I Married My Ex-husband's Beloved Woman's Father After Being Betrayed

8.5

My mother, Mary Willis, was bitten by a snake, and the snake's owner was none other than Jennifer Walker, my husband's beloved woman. When I called my husband, Timothy Rossi, he was on vacation with Jennifer. "Please come back, Timothy. Mary's condition is very serious." But he merely sighed and soothed me as if I were throwing a tantrum. "I'm in Arngueuil Isles with Jennifer right now. She's been feeling down lately..." So Timothy ignored my humble plea and resolutely hung up the phone. At that moment, all my strength crumbled to dust. In despair, I could only cling to the hem of the man in front of me-Samuel Walker, Jennifer's father, a notoriously ruthless and brutal Mafia boss.

Mafia Modern Romance

9.1

Rising From Ashes: The Betrayed Queen Returns

9.1

I woke up strapped to a freezing operating table, a gaping hole crudely sutured over my heart. Joi Rocha, my supposed guardian, stood nearby holding a glowing vial that contained my freshly extracted Phoenix gene sequence. "Don't blame me, sweetheart. Gayla's body is just too weak. She needs this sequence more than you do." In my past life, I endured years of illegal biological harvests for this family. My fiancé Brennon watched with cold eyes as they ripped the gene from my chest, while the elite academy students filmed and mocked my bleeding, broken body. They stripped me of my status, drained every drop of my worth, and left me to die in a freezing tomb just so their precious fake daughter could thrive. Until my dying breath, I didn't understand. I had given them my absolute loyalty, so why was I treated like disposable medical waste? Why did my life mean absolutely nothing to them? But opening my eyes again, I realized I had returned to the exact day they stole my core. This time, I didn't cry or beg. I stared dead into Joi's eyes and smiled. I detonated the residual energy in my chest to incinerate Gayla's stolen sequence, faked my own flatline, and injected myself with a hidden dark matter drive to completely rewrite my DNA. If they wanted to play God with my life, I was going to burn their entire world to ash.

Mafia Modern Sci-Fi Young Adult

7.3

Rising From Wreckage: Starfall's Epic Comeback

7.3

Rain hammered against the asphalt as my sedan spun violently into the guardrail on the I-95. Blood trickled down my temple, stinging my eyes, while the rhythmic slap of the windshield wipers mocked my panic. Trembling, I dialed my husband, Clive. His executive assistant answered instead, his voice professional and utterly cold. "Mr. Wilson says to stop the theatrics. He said, and I quote, 'Hang up. Tell her I don't have time for her emotional blackmail tonight.'" The line went dead while I was still trapped in the wreckage. At the hospital, I watched the news footage of Clive wrapping his jacket around his "fragile" ex-girlfriend, Angelena, shielding her from the storm I was currently bleeding in. When I returned to our penthouse, I found a prenatal ultrasound in his suit pocket, dated the day he claimed to be on a business trip. Instead of an apology, Clive met me with a sneer. He told me I was nothing but an "expensive decoration" his father bought to make him look stable. He froze my bank accounts and cut off my cards, waiting for the hunger to drive me back to his feet. I stared at the man I had loved for four years, realizing he didn't just want a wife; he wanted a prop he could switch off. He thought he could starve me into submission while he played father to another woman's child. But Clive forgot one thing. Before I was his trophy wife, I was Starfall-the legendary voice actress who vanished at the height of her fame. "I'm not jealous, Clive. I'm done." I grabbed my old microphone and walked out. I'm not just leaving him; I'm taking the lead role in the biggest saga in Hollywood-the one Angelena is desperate for. This time, the "decoration" is going to burn his world down.

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