Mafia Don Ex,It’s Over Novel – I had always thought my life was forever going to be rosy having been married to the man of my heart,how dumb could I be?My world came crashing unexpectedly when my husband decided to constantly ditch me over some ordinary woman.No,maybe I underestimated her because she wasn’t ordinary.A woman who could easily control Keaton Gebbert who’s the dreaded Mafia Don,is no simple woman.
When I lost my baby,it was no ordinary accident.Keaton’s car had crashed into mine while he was chasing down one of his enemies to save Lacey who claimed she was abducted by them.I knew too well she had made it up but he didn’t even let me presume that.
“Don’t say nonsense about Lacey.She’s not too petty to want to get my attention like you,”he scoffed.And with that,he had left the house a while ago.
Now,unable to crawl out of the car in my ugly state,I watched his car disappearing down the road.He barely stopped,barely looked.I was left slumped over the wheel,my stomach clenching with pain,my white dress soaked in blood.My eyes were rolling in my socket,I felt entirely weak.
About 30 minutes later,as I tried to make sense of what was happening,his car approached and slowed down briefly.I saw him through the window,his eyes hard,calculating.
He got me into the back of his car and then,as if I was just another obstacle on the road,he shielded the woman beside him-Lacey Mark,his assistant-and muttered,”Bad luck.Don’t look.”And then he sped off.
That same night,back at the estate,I was in our room,folding clothes.I was trying to stay composed,trying not to think about the dull ache in my heart.As I reached for a pair of jeans,my fingers brushed against a delicate piece of fabric-a lace bra,shoved carelessly into the corner of the closet.It wasn’t mine.My chest tightened,but I just closed the closet door,swallowed the bitterness,and dialed a number.
“Mr.Romano,it’s Alissa Gebbert.I’ve made up my mind.I can leave here next week and start at your firm.”
“That’s fantastic news,Mrs.Gebbert!
We’re thrilled to have you on board,”he said cheerfully.
The second I ended the call,Keaton walked out of the bathroom.His black hair was still damp,and beads of water glistened on his tattooed chest.He used to take five minutes in the shower.Lately,he’d been taking half an hour,always with his phone in hand.
“Who were you talking to?”he asked,not even looking up as he dried his hair with a towel.
“Mr.Romano,”I replied,forcing my voice to remain steady.
“Ah,”he said,distractedly checking his phone.He didn’t ask why I was talking to a business mogul,didn’t care enough to probe.And for once,I didn’t feel angry.I just felt…done.I began drafting my resignation letter from his company in my head,something I never thought I’d have to do.