From Mafia Wife to Rival's Queen

st. This baby was my victory, the heir that would finally secure my place as the wife of mob capo Marco Vitiello. I

: "MOB CAPO MARCO VITIELLO'S PASSIONATE NIGHTCLUB KISS!" It was him, my hu

e. He complained about his mother begging him for an heir, completely unaware

pt with my girl.

Moretti, the ruthless D

d's voice, telling the other woman, "I love you. Elara... that's just business." My fifteen year

hat Marco was already stealing our shared assets to build

and calculating. "Join me. We'll bui

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when I saw the two p

nd stared at the positive pregnancy test lying on the pristine countertop. A laugh escaped my lips-watery and fragile. After years of clin

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rco's baby

. I imagined telling Marco. Not now, not when he was out at some late-night meeting, but at his mother's birthday party next week. In front of everyone. In front of Nonna Vitiel

. A string of rapid-fire notifica

with a splashy headline: "MOB CAPO MAR

tealing kisses behind the church. The man who'd risen from a simple Soldier to one of the most feared Caporegimes in the Falcone Family, with me by his side every step of the way. I'd laundered his first

e tangled in her dark hair, his body pressed agains

turbingly like me, o

iara again. I swiped to

ious. "You two are still so hot for each other after all the

xis. I could tell her the truth. I could shatter her perfect image of us.

unding strangely distant. "I guess that was his way

he ultimate power couple.

hung

n't notice. My eyes were fixed on the pregnancy test. Two perfect p

promises. Marco, vowing on his father's grave to honor me for life. Marco, whispering my name after we closed ou

cked shut hours la

room, his suit jacket slung over his shoulder. He was drunk. He flicked on the main

, pulling me into his arms. He smelled of whiskey and a

nna was at it again tonight. Crying. Begging me on he

my shattered heart. I would wait. I would wait for his mother's party. I would announce it then, an

gotten on the floor, lit up with o

pt with my girl.

he bottom punched th

otoriously reckless Don o