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 5

THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW

Sera stirred awake to cool air pricking her skin, the sheets soft and crisp against her arms. She pushed herself up, a sharp sound slipping out before she could stop it.

"Shit-why is it so dark... oh." She pressed a hand to her forehead, fingers tracing the ridge of her brow as a bitter smile touched her lips. "Right. I'm blind."

She opened her mouth to speak again when a laugh rang out-warm, with a hint of mischief that made her purse her lips.

"W-Who are you? Where am I? The man who brought me here-what happened to him?"

"Calm down, my dear. Can't you recognize my voice?" The woman cut in, her laughter settling into gentle warmth.

Sera furrowed her brow, confusion knotting in her chest. How would I know her voice when I've only heard it once, in the chaos of that day?

"I-I'm sorry. I can't see you, so... I don't recognize you." She spoke carefully, fingers twisting in the sheets-cool cotton, smoother than anything she'd ever owned.

"Oh... of course. That was thoughtless of me."

Sera focused on the room around her: faint movement to her left, the soft rustle of fabric, a scent like lavender and old books. Then warm hands closed around hers-firm but gentle, palms rough with calluses from work or age. She flinched, trying to pull back.

"W-What are you-"

"My dear... I owe you more than I can ever say." The woman squeezed her hands, her grip steady. "If not for you, I wouldn't be here now."

The words hit Sera hard, sending a jolt through her shoulders. Recognition flooded her mind, and her eyes widened behind closed lids-even though all she saw was black.

"You're the woman from the van. The one they took." She gasped, and the older woman chuckled, a low, rich sound.

Relief lit up Sera's face, and she squeezed the woman's hands back, her fingers finding the ridges of scars on the back of the older woman's knuckles.

"Are you okay? How's your side-did the wound heal? Did they catch the ones who did it?" Questions tumbled out one after another, and the grandmother's expression softened-though Sera couldn't see it.

She really is something, the grandmother thought, her gaze lingering on Sera's earnest face. After everything she's been through, she asks about me first.

Her eyes drifted to the doorway, where her grandson leaned against the frame-one leg crossed over the other, arms folded across his chest. She could feel the weight of his stare, cold as winter, even as he pulled out his vape and took a slow hit. She tilted her head slightly, a silent Told you so passing between them. He exhaled a thin cloud of mint-scented smoke, his eyes never leaving Sera.

"Grandma? Why aren't you answering? Are you hurt again?"

The grandmother turned back, giving Sera's hands another squeeze.

"I'm perfectly fine-all thanks to you." She reached up to cup Sera's cheek, her touch light as a feather. "But because of what happened to me, you lost one of the most precious things a person can have."

Sera shook her head, her voice steady and clear. "No-never say that. I chose to help you. You didn't do anything wrong."

A wide, genuine smile spread across her face, and even in the dim light, it lit up the room.

"I'm really okay, I swear. The doctors said my sight will come back-eventually."

"Even so, I know how hard this must be." The grandmother's voice grew quiet. "When? How long will you have to live like this?"

Sera fell silent. The question landed deep in her chest-she had no answer, no timeline to hold onto.

"I-I should go home." She spoke carefully, her fingers still twisted in the sheets. "If you want to pay me... please don't waste money on me. Everything's so expensive now-even a piece of candy costs more than it used to." Her words were earnest, free of greed. She'd acted out of kindness, not for reward-she hadn't the faintest idea if this woman was rich or poor.

The grandmother opened her mouth to respond when her grandson stepped forward, his voice sharp as broken glass.

"Go home? Have you already forgotten your family sold you to that governor?"

Sera froze, her body going rigid. The memory crashed over her-her mother's slap, the sound of cash counting, the governor's oily hands on her arm.

She bit her lip so hard she tasted copper, dropping her head. Words stuck in her throat, her thoughts spinning into chaos.

"And you bought me from them." Her voice was barely a whisper, fear creeping back in. "So aren't you going to do the same thing? Like you said in the car?" It felt like nothing had changed-she was just property traded from one stranger to another.

Before panic could take hold, the grandmother pulled her into a tight embrace, holding her close. "Don't be scared, Seraphina. We will never hurt you-never let you suffer here."

"H-Huh?" Sera pulled back slightly, bewildered. How does she know my full name?

The grandmother stroked her back, her voice soft as silk. "You have nothing to worry about. My grandson and I will take care of every single one of your troubles. Until your sight returns, he'll look after you-make things easier however he can."

"I still don't understand-"

"This is the only way I can thank you, Sera." The grandmother cut her off gently. "I won't give you money-you've made it clear you don't want that. Instead, I'm offering you a chance to build something better. And you need to accept it-this is your only real choice."

Sera was speechless, staring into the dark as her mind raced. Should I say yes? Something felt off-why would this man, this stranger, care for her? What did he want in return?

Could he really mean it? That I'm supposed to be his wife?

She bit down on her lip, hard. The grandmother was right-her family had cast her aside like trash. This might be her only shot at stability. But trusting strangers felt like walking off a cliff with her eyes closed.

"C-Can I think about it first?"

The words were barely out when a loud CRASH echoed through the room-Lucian had slammed his fist on the side table, sending a glass of water rattling.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Don't tell me you're actually thinking of going back to those leeches!" His voice boomed, raw anger lacing every word.

He couldn't make sense of his own frustration-watching her hesitate, knowing she might choose to return to people who'd used her their whole lives. She was so gentle, so willing to forgive... it made him want to shake some sense into her.

"Brat!" The grandmother snapped, her brow furrowed.

But Lucian didn't care. He needed to cut through her kindness, make her see the truth.

"You're too damn nice for your own good. They've been using you all along, and you let them! Are you really that naive? Maybe losing your sight was the only way to make you see how they treat you. For fuck's sake-how can you be so-"

A pillow flew across the room and smacked him square in the face.

He stood frozen, staring at the spot where Sera sat-shocked silent. Did she just throw a pillow at me?

"Why are you shouting?! I'm not deaf!" Her voice cracked with irritation. "You're yelling like you're through a megaphone, and I'm just trying to talk!"

Both Lucian and his grandmother stared at her, stunned. Then the grandmother burst into peals of laughter.

"Oh my God-you're perfect!" She cackled, wiping tears from her eyes.

Sera flushed, embarrassment warring with anger. She'd thought the older woman would be upset-but instead, she sounded delighted.

"I-I'm sorry," she mumbled, fidgeting with the edge of the sheet.

The grandmother quieted, looking at her with warmth in her eyes. She didn't speak, but Lucian knew exactly what she wanted-don't tell her yet.

"Enough of this." Lucian waved a hand toward the door, where a man stepped inside, the thick folder under his arm rustling with every step. He set it on the table, the paper crisp and heavy, and took a seat across from them.

Sera tensed, sensing the new presence-the faint smell of ink and cologne, the sound of his breathing, steady and calm. Who is this?

"Ms. Mortez. I'm Attorney Chavez." The man's voice was smooth and professional. "First-do you truly intend to return to your family?"

Sera's breath hitched. An attorney? Why is there a lawyer here?

"I-I don't know."

The three of them exchanged glances. "This is a chance you won't get again," the attorney continued. "Are you really going to turn it down? Would you rather struggle while the people who sold you live off the money they got for you?"

The question twisted in her chest, her thoughts a tangled mess. She couldn't see the faces around her, couldn't tell if they were being honest-all she had were their words, their voices, the weight of their presence in the room.

She stayed quiet, lost in thought, until the grandmother placed her hand over hers on the table. Sera felt the stiff texture of paper beneath her fingertips-official, final.

"This is a contract," Lucian said, his voice low. "It outlines how we'll protect and support you, as repayment for what you did for my grandmother."

"A contract? Do we need that?" Sera whispered, confusion clouding her mind. "What for?"

The attorney cleared his throat and began to explain-the terms, the care they'd provide, the life they were offering while she lived under their roof. But what Sera didn't know was that the words on the page held a secret she never could have imagined.

This wasn't just about repayment. The contract bound her to be Lucian's wife-in name, at first, but with a condition neither of them would speak aloud: he needed an heir.

From the start, fate had kept her in the dark-her blindness leaving her unaware of everything around her. But even if she could see, she never would have guessed the truth: the man who'd bought her freedom wasn't just a wealthy businessman.

Lucian Vitale was a high-ranking member of the Bratva-the most powerful mafia organization in Russia.

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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.

Mafia Modern Romance

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