I Was Getting Married and My Mafia Boyfriend Had No Idea About It

Five years ago, I was his life and I thought we would be the end game until Rosalin, his new assistant, seeped into our life.

It began with urgent late night meetings. Our dinner conversations, once filled with shared secrets and soft laughter, were replaced by the rhythmic tapping of his thumbs against his phone. He stopped looking at me across the table, his gaze permanently fixed on the glowing screen as he replied to her "emergency" texts.

When I’d walk into his office, the air would turn brittle. He’d stop talking mid-sentence, Rosalin leaning over his shoulder with a look that wasn't professional.

But the breaking point was when he left me waiting for six hours on our anniversary Gala to celebrate Rosaline’s birthday.

“We got occupied with something, Victoria.” He said, “Rosaline has brought cake for you. It was her birthday as well.”

Just then a notification came into my phone. It was Rosaline’s post. She had posted a picture minutes before entering the gala.

She was sitting in a seven-star hotel, the one I asked Jayden to book for our Anniversary but he refused after saying it was full.

She had been cutting her birthday cake surrounded by red candles’ flames and a pair of hands had cupped hers. Jayden’s hands.

He had ghosted our Anniversary Gala to celebrate Rosaline’s birthday!

That was when I realised, I had no future with this man.

I will disappear from his world, taking his child with me.

I was in a fit of rage. But, before I could speak anything, he filled my mouth with her peanut cake, completely forgetting that I was allergic to peanuts.

I coughed until the blood gushed out of my throat. His eyes turned dark, not in concern but pure fury.

He thought I was pretending just because I didn't like Rosaline.

If one of our security guards hadn't taken me to the hospital on time, I would have died coughing up blood.

That's when I called my mother and said, “Mom, I’m ready for the marriage arrangement you and Dad made for me.”

“Are you sure? No more chasing your mafia boyfriend?” My mother sounded shocked and in disbelief. There was a brief moment of silence between us before I spoke in a firm voice, “Tell Dad to stop supplying weapons to Jayden. I’m done with him.”

While Jayden had been fighting in the race to become the next Godfather of the Mafia world, my family had been helping him in supplying the weapons despite having retired from this dark world, just for my sake.

“You have made the right decision, Victoria.” My mother replied, “A man who never once thought of a wedding and had been only using your resources for five years is a parasite. He doesn't deserve you, honey.”

“Your Dad has fixed your wedding to Marcus Lightwood. Out of all the marriage proposals we received this year, this is the best. Do you have any wishes or your own thoughts