The Price Of A Mafia Queen

My marriage to Marco Ricci was a contract signed in blood, a promise to unite the two most powerful families on the East Coast. He was my future, the king chosen to rule beside me. Everyone said our union was destiny. But he came home smelling of cheap perfume and another woman's lies. It was the scent of Angelia, the fragile orphan his family had taken in, the girl he swore he protected like a sister. I followed him to a private club. From the shadows, I watched him pull her into his arms and give her a hungry, desperate kiss—a kiss he had never given me. In that instant, my entire future shattered. I finally understood the whispers from his men that I was just a political prize, while Angelia was their true queen. He wanted my empire, but his heart belonged to her. I would not be a consolation prize. I would not be second to anyone. I walked straight into my father's study, my voice as cold as ice. "I'm calling off the wedding." When he protested, I delivered the final blow. "I will uphold our family's need for an alliance. I will marry Don Dante Valentino." My father's whiskey glass shattered on the floor. Dante Valentino was our greatest rival.

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Chapter 5

Isabella POV:

The bids escalated, a back-and-forth volley of pride and pain. The air in the ballroom crackled with tension. Finally, Marco lowered his paddle, a smug, satisfied smirk playing on his lips. He had pushed me to my limit, and he knew it.

"Sold!" the auctioneer cried. "To Miss Moretti for five million dollars!"

A bitter, fleeting sense of triumph washed over me. I had won. But it felt like a loss.

I walked to the payment table, my head held high, and presented my private account card, the one linked directly to the Moretti family trust.

The clerk swiped it. Once. Twice.

"I'm sorry, Miss Moretti," she said, her voice a hushed, embarrassed whisper. "The card has been declined. The account has been frozen."

Ice flooded my veins. Marco. He had anticipated this. He had cut off my access to my own family's fortune.

Luca stepped forward, his face grim. "Allow me," he said, sliding his own card across the table.

The clerk swiped it. "Declined," she murmured, looking even more mortified. "All accounts associated with the Ricci and Moretti families appear to be locked for this transaction."

Murmurs rippled through the crowd. Laughter, thinly veiled and cruel. I was standing there, the winner of a five-million-dollar diamond, unable to pay. A princess without a penny to her name.

Then, Marco's voice, smooth and condescending, cut through the noise.

"Perhaps I can be of assistance."

He strode to the table, tapped his personal signet ring against the payment console, and the transaction was instantly approved. He had locked me out, only to display his absolute control.

The velvet box containing the Star of Sicily was handed to him. For a heart-stopping moment, I thought he might give it to me, a twisted peace offering.

He walked past me, straight to Angelia. He knelt before her, opened the box, and presented the diamond like a holy relic.

"For you, Angie," he said, his voice filled with a devotion that shattered the last fragments of my heart. "Always."

The ballroom erupted in applause. The public humiliation was complete. I was a spectacle, a tragic sideshow in their perfect love story.

Luca's voice was a low growl in my ear. "He planned this, Bella. He wanted to break you in front of everyone."

Marco's voice, cold and sharp, cut in. "Stay out of this, Luca. What happens with Isabella is my business." He turned to me, his eyes devoid of any warmth. "This is what happens when you defy me."

A laugh escaped my lips. It was a raw, mirthless sound that turned heads. A sound of absolute, soul-crushing despair.

I didn't say a word. I just turned and ran. I fled the ballroom, the laughter and whispers chasing me like a pack of wolves.

I locked myself in my room, the darkness a welcome shroud. Shaking, I activated the listening device I'd hidden in Marco's study months ago. I needed to hear, to understand the depths of his cruelty.

I heard the voices of his soldiers, Enzo and Jax.

"She looked completely broken," Enzo said, a note of satisfaction in his voice. "Did you see her face?"

"Serves her right," Jax replied. "Acting like she's too good for him."

Then Marco's voice, cold and possessive, filled the speaker. "She is mine. She's just forgotten her place. I'll handle her."

I saw him on the security feed. He was picking up a small, velvet box from his desk—a cheap imitation of the diamond necklace he had just given Angelia. A pathetic consolation prize.

The words echoed in my mind. *She is mine.*

He didn't love me. He didn't even respect me. He saw me as a possession, an object to be controlled and punished.

I switched off the monitor. I couldn't watch anymore. I couldn't listen to the casual cruelty of the men I had once considered family.

I didn't see the flicker of unease on Luca's face as Marco claimed me. I didn't hear the way his heart broke for me in the echoing silence of the ballroom.

All I knew was the crushing weight of my own despair, and the sound of Marco's footsteps approaching my door. He was coming to "handle" me.

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Adventure Mafia Romance

7.8

Captured By The Obsessive Billionaire King

7.8

Helen was finally brought back to the luxurious Gallagher estate as their long-lost blood relative. But her new family didn't welcome her; they looked at her with undisguised disgust. The matriarch mocked her stench of poverty, while her step-sister Candice treated her like a feral animal. The patriarch, Fredy—who had built his empire by betraying Helen's mother—tried to break her spirit. He blackmailed Helen into attending a high-society gala by threatening to cut off her grandmother's medical funds. At the gala, Candice squeezed into a diamond-encrusted gown, desperate to seduce the guest of honor, Damian Montgomery. Damian was the most powerful man in New York, and he was currently tearing the city apart looking for a mysterious woman named Jane. Overhearing this, a sick, greedy smile spread across Candice's face. She planned to impersonate Jane to claim Damian's wealth and completely crush Helen under her heel. "Hide in the corner tonight. Don't you dare try to speak to anyone important!" They all thought Helen was just a helpless, uncultured country girl they could easily manipulate and step on to secure their stolen legacy. What they didn't know was that Helen was the real Jane. She was the lethal shadow who had saved Damian in the woods, shattered his grip, and robbed his highly guarded vault just the night before. Helen calmly adjusted her simple black dress and stepped into the ballroom, ready to tear their stolen world apart.

Billionaire Mafia Modern

9.6

He Chose A Fake Heiress Over His True Queen

9.6

I waited seven years for Jax Vetti, the youngest Capo in New York, to finally claim me. Instead, five minutes before our scheduled engagement, he called me a burden behind a velvet curtain. Standing on the center stage of the Gala, he didn't reach for my hand. He took the hand of Chloe Davenport, his rival’s daughter, and announced to the underworld that she was carrying his heir. When the explosion tore through the ballroom moments later, Jax didn't hesitate. He threw his body over Chloe, shielding her completely, and dragged her to the safe room. I was left behind, exposed and helpless, until a massive crystal chandelier crashed down, crushing my legs and slicing my throat. While I lay bleeding out on the cold floor, Jax returned. He looked at my shattered body not with horror, but with disgust. "You're a liability, Savvy," he sneered, ordering his guards to dump me in the courtyard like trash so I wouldn't upset his pregnant fiancée. I clutched the bullet casing he gave me years ago—a blood oath he swore would bind us forever. He had promised to protect me, but tonight, he stepped over my broken body to comfort the woman who was secretly plotting his demise. His second-in-command found me before the cold took me. "He's lost his mind," Ben whispered, scooping me up and driving me to a private jet bound for Sicily. I didn't die that night. But the girl who loved Jax Vetti did. Six months later, I returned from the dead. Not as his victim, but as the woman who would turn his wedding into a funeral.

Billionaire Mafia Romance

9.3

He Chose The Mistress Over His Queen

9.3

I was polishing a diamond engagement ring that cost more than a small island when I heard the truth. My fiancé, the ruthless Don Dante Moretti, was telling his mistress I was nothing more than a glorified bank account. But it wasn't until the accident that I understood the depth of his cruelty. While training in the estate gym, a support cable snapped. I fell twenty feet, shattering my leg on impact. Through the haze of blinding pain, I waited for Dante to save me. Instead, he rushed to his mistress, Livia—the woman who had cut the wire. He held her close, soothing her because the loud noise had "startled" her, while I lay broken and bleeding on the floor. "She won't die," I heard him whisper to her later. "Pain is a good teacher." My love for him turned to ice in that moment. He didn't just want my father's money; he was letting her plan my assassination to get it. They thought I was just a porcelain doll to be discarded once the wedding contracts were signed. They forgot that even a pawn can kill a king. I wiped the tears from my face and walked straight into the territory of the Valenti Syndicate—Dante's sworn enemy. "I don't want protection," I told the rival Don, placing the surveillance evidence on his table. "I want to burn his entire dynasty to the ground."

Mafia Mystery Romance

8.1

La viuda de mi amigo

8.1

After losing his closest comrade in the line of duty, a hardened man finds himself bound by a final promise to protect the woman left behind. Now a grieving widow, she is thrust into a perilous world of organized crime where danger lurks in every shadow. As he shields her from lethal mafia conspiracies, a forbidden spark ignites between them. They must navigate a maze of betrayal and violence while grappling with their growing desire.

Action Mafia Romance

9.3

The Jilted Bride's Secret Mafia King

9.3

Standing at the altar of St. Patrick's Cathedral, I waited to marry my wealthy fiancé in front of three hundred of New York's elite. But right before the vows, my phone vibrated in my bouquet. It was a text from my groom: he was backing out because my maid of honor—my supposed best friend—was pregnant with his child. Before the shock of this double betrayal could even settle, his mother dug her manicured claws into my arm and publicly humiliated me. "A woman who can't even attract her own man, how is she worthy of the Doyle name?" She mocked my background, calling me a worthless orphan who only knew how to draw blueprints, turning my broken heart into a public execution of my dignity. The terrified girl inside me vanished, replaced by a dark, burning rage. I didn't understand why I had to let this arrogant family step all over me while they played the innocent victims. I yanked my arm free, tore off my expensive lace veil, and walked straight to the podium to grab the microphone. "The wedding is canceled. The groom is currently busy with my maid of honor." I walked out of the church, leaving them in absolute shock. But as I stumbled onto the street, I fell right into the arms of Damiano Moretti—the exiled, dangerous mafia boss known as the Ghost, who sat in a custom wheelchair. Looking into his cold, storm-gray eyes, I made a reckless, desperate deal. "Marry me."

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