His Mafia Queen
Safina Bello · Completed · 100.9k Words
Introduction
"Love you?" Aria repeats, her voice laced with venom. "I will never love you." Aria whispered. Elijah smirks, his eyes glinting with amusement. "We'll see about that. You're mine now, Aria. My wife. My property."
On the day Aria is set to get engaged to the love of her life, her dreams shatter when the ruthless mafia king, Elijah, storms in with a chilling ultimatum: marry him, or her family will get killed.
Forced into a marriage she never wanted, Aria is thrust into a dangerous world of crime and deception. As she struggles to adapt, she uncovers the dark truth behind her marriage, and the shocking secrets her family has been hiding all along.
Chapter 1
Aria's POV
"You have two choices, you get married to me, or I will kill your family." He grins.
How could one gain happiness from the pain of others? My gaze catches the tears of my mother, never have I seen her cry before. One of his men stands beside Luke, and the barrel of his gun is pressed against Luke's forehead. My little brother shivered in fear, my eyes met my father who held back his tears, and trails of blood followed his arm.
I can't get them killed, I know I won't be able to forgive myself.
"You will let them go." I started. "I will get married to you," I whisper. A tear slips out of my eyes, what choice did I have?
"That's a good girl." He smiled, and his eyes met mine. "If you try running away, I will kill them most ruthlessly, I won't even give you the joy of having them buried, I will feed them to my dogs." He says.
"Please," I whisper. "I will marry you," I added and he nodded.
"I will be waiting."
My eyes met my reflection, I looked like the most lifeless bride. My eyes were puffed off from the crying, I no longer had tears in my eyes. I tried to smile, but I couldn't. I walked into the closet my gaze met a dress I was supposed to wear that day.
"Are you thinking of running?" I hear a voice coming from the door, I swirl around and I meet a beautiful woman. The red lipstick tainted her lips, her blonde hair sat gently on her shoulder, and her creamy skin added a great touch to the dress she wore, she wore a blue dress that stopped by her knees.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"I am here to get you ready." She says and I nod.
I didn't have it in me to fight anymore, I knew I couldn't. She started with my hair, she tried to make conversation with me.
"You look beautiful, we have to do something about the eyes." She says and I give her a weak smile. After she was done, I stared at my reflection I looked great, I looked like a princess, a lifeless princess. Anyone could tell from my eyes though she did a great job covering up the eye bags.
"Now the dress." She smiles.
"What if it's not my size," I ask, I was trying to get my way out of this marriage. He can't possibly know my size.
She smiles at me, it fits like a glove. A white dress with a silk lining that laid against my skin.
"Can I have a minute?" I ask and she nods.
I am a bride to the devil.
"You look miserable." I heard a snarky voice, I didn't have to turn to recognize the voice. I heard her familiar footsteps paddling against the floor as she walked toward me.
"Smile! You know he won't like the tears." She says and I nod.
What choice did I have? She handed me some tissues to wipe my tears.
"I am sorry it is happening this way." That is the sweetest thing she has said all day. "I'm sorry this is how you will get married," she says and I smile.
Maybe it won't be bad, she helped me with my makeup, and I wore a fake smile. I couldn't cry anymore, all tears were lost.
"Are they going to be there?" I ask I can't believe I would be getting married without my family, it has always been my father's dream to walk me down the aisle.
After all, I am his only daughter.
"I'm sorry." She whispers and I nod, I know what that means. She took my shaky hands walking me down the hallway. I let out a breath, thoughts flicked through my mind.
I can do this.
"Can I use the bathroom before we leave?" I whisper and she nods.
I thought of running while I was in the bathroom, numerous thoughts flickered through my mind if only I could fit into the bathroom window, if only I was strong enough to hit her and run. She has been nicer to me than any I have met, I could never do that to her.
"Are you ready?" She asks and I nod.
I was handed to a man I had never seen, I heard the sound. I couldn't look, I was unable to see everyone watching me walk down the aisle.
My gaze caught Elijah who stood beside the priest, I fought the tears trying to fall. This is the first time I have had a good look at his face since he barged into my home.
His blue eyes held so many emotions, one that masked it off was anger, the suit he wore hugged his muscles tightly, and a few buttons were undone showing a good amount of his tattoos.
"We gather here today to celebrate love, to celebrate the love of Elijah and Aria. Marriage is the greatest form of celebrating love." The priest says.
My gaze didn't leave his blue eyes, it was filled with dominance, admiration, and love, no I must be wrong.
"Aria." I hear a voice bringing me out of my thoughts.
He stares at me. "I do," I whisper. "I do," I say again loudly earning a smile from him.
He gently places his lips against mine, he places his hand against my waist pulling me closer. I felt a tight grip on my waist, causing me to let out a gasp, he took it as an opportunity to deepen the kiss. I didn't kiss him back, I couldn't. Not only that, but I hear cheers coming from the crowd.
"Mrs. Klein." He whispers against my lips.
I am married to the devil.
We walked down the aisle together, they were celebrating my doom. A tear slips out of my eyes, I quickly wipe it before he can notice. It is not my intention to make him mad.
"Where are we going?" I asked in a polite voice.
"Our reception, you, will change before then." He says coldly. His hands left my waist when we walked out, I know I shouldn't expect much from him. I did think he would be nice to me.
I watch him drive off.
"Rebecca," I muttered.
"Let's get you changed, you can meet them after the reception." She says and I smile.
I felt relief knowing he hadn't killed them, we got into the car and drove away. By the time we got to a hotel room, I had never heard of. It looked lavish.
"Get changed, we have to be there before Elijah." She says and I nod.
I got changed into a black dress, the straps hung on my shoulder, it had a sl*t. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, the makeup hides my pain, it hides my reality, the person I am.
"How do you know Elijah?" I found myself asking Rebecca. She is nothing like him, she treated me more humanely than he has ever had.
"He is my brother." She mutters against her lips and my eyes widen.
She is nothing like him, he is rude and entitled.
Last Chapters
#97 Chapter 97
Last Updated: 3/3/2025#96 Chapter 96
Last Updated: 3/3/2025#95 Chapter 95
Last Updated: 3/3/2025#94 Chapter 94
Last Updated: 3/3/2025#93 Chapter 93
Last Updated: 3/3/2025#92 Chapter 92
Last Updated: 3/3/2025#91 Chapter 91
Last Updated: 3/3/2025#90 Chapter 90
Last Updated: 3/3/2025#89 Chapter 89
Last Updated: 3/3/2025#88 Chapter 88
Last Updated: 3/3/2025
You Might Like 😍
The Family Sacrifice
I simply said one word: "Okay."
My parents and Gilbert were stunned. They rushed to have me sign the voluntary donation form, afraid I’d change my mind.
Some days later, they sent me to the operating room.
Dad said, "Yvonne will finally be saved. We're so proud of you."
Mom said, "After the surgery, we'll make it up to you."
Gilbert looked tenderly at Yvonne and said, "When you're better, where should we travel?"
What they didn't know was that the day I agreed, I'd just received my diagnosis, stage four cancer. Three months to live.
As I lay on the cold operating table, as the anesthesia began to take effect, I only wanted to know one thing:
If I die on this operating table, will they regret it?
He Never Loved Me, Until I Left
I put away the divorce agreement with a wry smile.
When he and my son completely disappeared, he finally panicked.
Three months later .
He knelt down on the streets of Chicago in despair, begging me to remarry him.
My six-year-old son looked coldly at his biological father and said, "Get lost, you bad uncle! You don't deserve to be my dad!"
He Thought I'd Never Leave
When he said he was being bullied, I believed him. When he kissed me on that rooftop, I thought he felt the same. When he asked me to transfer schools with him, I said yes without hesitation.
Then I heard him bragging to his friends: "She'd save her first time for me. Hell, she'd still be thinking of me on her wedding night."
The bullying was staged. The kiss meant nothing. He just wanted me gone—so his new girl could feel more comfortable.
He thought I'd beg. He thought I'd cry. He thought I'd never actually leave.
I left the country.
And ran straight into his stepbrother.
I Died While They Threw Her a Party
Their real daughter came home. She'd only been back two years. That's all it took to erase twenty-four.
When kidnappers grabbed us, I used my body as a shield. They beat me until something inside me ruptured. I was dying from internal bleeding, but no one could tell.
My parents wouldn't even look at me. "This is your fault! None of this would've happened if it weren't for you!"
"Get downstairs and apologize to your sister. If you can't, pack your things and get out."
They threw her a party at a downtown hotel while I died alone in my room.
I thought they'd be relieved. Maybe even glad. I thought they'd just move on like I never existed.
But when they finally learned the truth, they fell apart.
Bury Me in His Regret
The kidnapper pressed the gun to my temple and asked, "Choose your wife or your sister-in-law?"
Zachary didn't hesitate. "Let Valerie go," he said.
He actually chose to save his sister-in-law! In that moment, even the baby in my belly seemed to stop kicking.
Later, they locked me in the basement. Drugs to delay labor were pumped into my veins over and over. Zachary wanted to save the "firstborn son" status for his sister-in-law's child.
When warm blood finally soaked through my skirt, I dialed the number I knew by heart with shaking hands.
"Zachary," I whispered into the phone, "our child... can't wait any longer."
The Kidney That Killed Me
A few months ago, my sister was hospitalized with kidney failure. The doctor said she needed a transplant. My family's first thought was me—the backup daughter they'd kept around all these years.
When my husband Allen took my hand with tears in his eyes and said, "Only you can save her," I agreed without hesitation.
When the doctor explained the surgical risks and potential complications, I smiled and nodded my understanding.
My parents said I'd finally learned what sisterly love meant.
Even Allen, who'd always been cold to me, held my hand gently and said, "The surgery's safe. You're so healthy, nothing will go wrong. When you recover, I'll take you to Hawaii."
But they don't know that no matter how the surgery goes, I won't be around to celebrate.
Because I just got my own test results—I have terminal brain cancer. I'm going to die anyway.
After the Affair: Falling into a Billionaire's Arms
From first crush to wedding vows, George Capulet and I had been inseparable. But in our seventh year of marriage, he began an affair with his secretary.
On my birthday, he took her on vacation. On our anniversary, he brought her to our home and made love to her in our bed...
Heartbroken, I tricked him into signing divorce papers.
George remained unconcerned, convinced I would never leave him.
His deceptions continued until the day the divorce was finalized. I threw the papers in his face: "George Capulet, from this moment on, get out of my life!"
Only then did panic flood his eyes as he begged me to stay.
When his calls bombarded my phone later that night, it wasn't me who answered, but my new boyfriend Julian.
"Don't you know," Julian chuckled into the receiver, "that a proper ex-boyfriend should be as quiet as the dead?"
George seethed through gritted teeth: "Put her on the phone!"
"I'm afraid that's impossible."
Julian dropped a gentle kiss on my sleeping form nestled against him. "She's exhausted. She just fell asleep."
Alpha Nicholas's Little Mate
What? No—wait… oh Moon Goddess, no.
Please tell me you're joking, Lex.
But she's not. I can feel her excitement bubbling under my skin, while all I feel is dread.
We turn the corner, and the scent hits me like a punch to the chest—cinnamon and something impossibly warm. My eyes scan the room until they land on him. Tall. Commanding. Beautiful.
And then, just as quickly… he sees me.
His expression twists.
"Fuck no."
He turns—and runs.
My mate sees me and runs.
Bonnie has spent her entire life being broken down and abused by the people closest to her including her very own twin sister. Alongside her best friend Lilly who also lives a life of hell, they plan to run away while attending the biggest ball of the year while it's being hosted by another pack, only things don't quite go to plan leaving both girls feeling lost and unsure about their futures.
Alpha Nicholas is 28, mateless, and has no plans to change that. It's his turn to host the annual Blue Moon Ball this year and the last thing he expects is to find his mate. What he expects even less is for his mate to be 10 years younger than him and how his body reacts to her. While he tries to refuse to acknowledge that he has met his mate his world is turned upside down after guards catch two she-wolves running through his lands.
Once they are brought to him he finds himself once again facing his mate and discovers that she's hiding secrets that will make him want to kill more than one person.
Can he overcome his feelings towards having a mate and one that is so much younger than him? Will his mate want him after already feeling the sting of his unofficial rejection? Can they both work on letting go of the past and moving forward together or will fate have different plans and keep them apart?
Surrendering to Destiny
Graham MacTavish wasn't prepared to find his mate in the small town of Sterling that borders the Blackmoore Packlands. He certainly didn't expect her to be a rogue, half-breed who smelled of Alpha blood. With her multi-colored eyes, there was no stopping him from falling hard the moment their mate bond snapped into place. He would do anything to claim her, protect her and cherish her no matter the cost.
From vengeful ex-lovers, pack politics, species prejudice, hidden plots, magic, kidnapping, poisoning, rogue attacks, and a mountain of secrets including Catherine's true parentage there is no shortage of things trying to tear the two apart.
Despite the hardships, a burning desire and willingness to trust will help forge a strong bond between the two... but no bond is unbreakable. When the secrets kept close to heart are slowly revealed, will the two be able to weather the storm? Or will the gift bestowed upon Catherine by the moon goddess be too insurmountable to overcome?
Shattered Girl
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. Was that too much?” I could see the worry in his eyes as I took a deep breath.
“I just didn’t want you to see all my scars,” I whispered, feeling ashamed of my marked body.
Emmy Nichols is used to surviving. She survived her abusive father for years until he beat her so severely, she ended up in the hospital, and her father was finally arrested. Now, Emmy is thrown into a life she never expected. Now she has a mother
who doesn't want her, a politically motivated stepfather with ties to the Irish mob, four older stepbrothers, and their best friend who swear to love and protect her. Then, one night, everything shatters, and Emmy feels her only option is to run.
When her stepbrothers and their best friend finally find her, will they pick up the pieces and convince Emmy that they will keep her safe and their love will hold them together?
Oops, Wrong Girl to Bully
My back hit the desk. Pain exploded through my skull.
"Girls like you don't get to dream about guys like Kai." Bella's breath was hot on my face. "You don't get to write pathetic love letters."
She shoved me again. Harder.
"Maybe if you weren't such a desperate little—"
I fell. My head cracked against the corner.
Warmth trickled down my neck. Blood.
Their laughter turned to gasps.
The door slammed.
I tried to stand. Couldn't. The room was spinning, fading to black.
Someone... please...
Angelina, the most powerful Alpha who conquered forty-nine packs, dies in a yacht explosion—only to wake up as Aria Sterling, a fifteen-year-old Omega's daughter who just died from bullying.
The original Aria's life was a nightmare. Humiliated when golden boy Kai Matthews posted her love letter online, then shoved to death by his girlfriend Bella Morrison. But that's not all her family faces:
"You got until Monday," the tattooed gangster sneered at Aria's mother. "Ten grand cash. Or I'm taking collateral—your kids' organs fetch top dollar. That pretty daughter of yours? She could make us money another way too."
Now Angelina's lethal combat skills awaken in this fragile body. No more hiding. No more fear.
Armed with an Alpha's ruthlessness and a mysterious blood-red pendant, she'll dismantle everyone who hurt this family—one calculated move at a time.
Goddess Of The Underworld
When the veil between the Divine, the Living, and the Dead begins to crack, Envy is thrust beneath with a job she can’t drop: keep the worlds from bleeding together, shepherd the lost, and make ordinary into armour, breakfasts, bedtime, battle plans. Peace lasts exactly one lullaby. This is the story of an orphan pup who became a goddess by choosing her family; of four imperfect alphas learning how to be better. Steamy, fierce, and full of heart, Goddess of the Underworld is a reverse harem, found-family paranormal romance where love writes the rules and keeps three realms from falling apart.
