The Mafia King’s Deadly Love

I married Kael Throne—the infamous king of New York’s mafia—not for his power, not for his fortune, but because I loved him.

He was unlike any man I’d ever known. A man who could have a thousand women at his feet, yet dismissed them all with a single glance.

I believed his faithful love until the day I learned the existence of a college girl.

He’d “respected” me enough to keep her hidden… until I forced the truth into the light.

Kael didn’t rage. He didn’t deny it. He only looked at me with that calm, dangerous gaze and said, “Then we divorce.”

I refused.

He offered me his money, his casino, his everything.

Still I said no. Because I loved him.

That’s when his love turned black.

He had me kidnapped. My mother, too. All to force my signature on those papers.

“You found out,” he said, almost bored. “And there’s no more fun in hiding. Leave now, Vivienne. Give me—and Nyssa—our happy ending.”

I watched as the man he’d sent slit my mother’s throat. My answer came too late.

Kael Throne was a monster.

I collapsed, my head cracking against the floor. And when I opened my eyes… I was back on the day I first learned Nyssa existed.

This time, I didn’t confront him. I played the perfect wife, smiling sweetly while I waited for the perfect moment to vanish from his life forever.

I just never imagined that when I finally disappeared… Kael would lose his mind.

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Vivienne’s POV

My ever-loyal mafia husband had a secret. A college girl.

In my last life, that secret ended with him demanding a divorce… and killing my mother to get it.

But luckily, I was reborn. And I swore—in this life, I’d give Kael what he wanted and stay as far away from him as possible.

The second I realized I’d gone back, I called my mother. Relief flooded me at the sound of her voice. Then I called my lawyer. I told him I wanted a divorce from Kael Throne and that he could keep everything—every cent, every property—if it meant I could leave him and this hellhole faster.

And then… there was Nyssa.

I’d first learned her name by accident—some gossip tabloid sent me a glossy photo, gushing over the “perfect shot” they’d taken of me and Kael.

Only it wasn’t me. It was her.

In my last life, I never met her. But I always wondered what spell she had over him. How she’d turned my loving husband into a man capable of killing me—and my family—for her.

So the next thing I did was go to Nyssa’s university. Call it stubbornness, but I needed to look into the eyes of the girl who’d been at the center of my ruin.

It was the first day of the semester. She was helping friends set up a booth for new students.

God, I envied her. That fresh, unlined face. The energy. The way she smiled at