Divorced Billionaire Heiress Is Now the Retired Mafia Queen

Mabella's POV

I sat on the hospital bed, my fingers lightly grazing the fabric of my medical gown. The scent of disinfectant filled the air, mingling with the beeping of machines monitoring patients in the ward.

I had always hated hospitals, the coldness of their walls, the sound the fluorescent lights made like distant whispers.

Dr. Emerson, a woman with brown eyes, smiled at me as she set down a clipboard on the table beside the bed.

"Mrs. Mabella," she said, her voice gentle yet firm, "I have the results of your tests."

I inhaled deeply, bracing myself. I had come in for what I thought was my routine checks after feeling lightheaded and nauseous constantly for some days. I hadn't expected anything serious -- at most, exhaustion from overworking and planning business strategies for my husband.

Dr. Emerson's eyes softened as she said, "You're pregnant."

The words echoed in my ears, slow. For a second, I thought I had misheard.

"Pregnant?" I repeated, barely above a whisper.

"Yes," Dr. Emerson nodded. "You're around six weeks along."

My hand pressed on my abdomen, my breath hitched in my throat. A baby? My baby? My heart pounded, a storm of emotions crashing over me.

I'm Confused on how to feel at the moment if to feel joyful or shocked.

I have spent Three years in this marriage, quietly loving Williams, supporting him, believing that one day, we would truly be a family. And now, a child. Our child.

Tears formed in my eyes, a wave of happiness swelling in my chest. I had spent so long wondering if Williams truly loved me. Perhaps this baby would bring us closer and mend the invisible cracks I sometimes felt in our relationship.

My lips trembled as I let out a shaky laugh. "A baby," I whispered.

Dr. Emerson smiled at her reaction. "Yes, and you seem to be in good health. But given your recent fatigue and low blood pressure, you'll need to take extra care of yourself. Less stress, proper rest, and a good diet."

I nodded absentmindedly, my mind already racing ahead.

Williams. I needed to tell him.

For so long, I had watched other women in love -- how their husbands would cradle their growing bellies, whisper sweet words to their unborn children, promise them the world. Would Williams do the same? Would he be happy? Ofcourse he will. I chuckled

I mean, who wouldn't be happy to be a parent after four years in marriage? And I believe this child will carry my husband's kindness.

I am really happy for the husband I'm blessed with.

I could remember how I met him after a heated argument with my stepmother, I stumped out of the house in anger.

FLASH BACK

Gripping the steering wheel, driving aimlessly down the Milan streets, My hands tightened around the steering wheel. My heart pounded, and my stepmother's words kept echoing in my head like it was trying to build a house there.

But as I was about to turn onto a quieter road, my car suddenly hooked. Smoke began to rise from under the hood, followed by a burning smell.

"Oh, come on," I muttered, steering to the side of the road

Before I could react, flames flickered From the dashboard.

Panic gripped me as the engine light flashed red. Within seconds, I fumbled with the seatbelt, my fingers shaking as I hit the brakes, stumbling out of the car as the heat intensified.

"Help!" I gasped stepping back, and the flame grew.

Then, out of nowhere, a man appeared.

"Ma'am, please go out from there!" He shouted with concern in his voice

He rushed forward with a fire extinguisher. The flames died under the thick foam, leaving only smoke and the faint scent of wires

Coughing, I looked up at my rescuer. He is tall and lean, his black T-shirt stained with grease and smells faintly of grilled meat. His short brown hair is tousled, and his hazel eyes scanned me with concern.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his hazel eyes filled with concern.

I coughed, nodding as I tried to catch my breath. "Yes... I think so."

The man exhaled running a hand through his hair. "That was close."

He looked at me intently. "You should go to the hospital. That much smoke isn't good for your lungs."

I wanted to protest, but something about his gentle yet firm behavior made me relent. I blinked, finally taking in my surroundings; a burger truck was parked a few streets away, its side open, and the scent of grilled meat filled the air.

"You... Own that?" I asked, pointing.

He chuckled. "Yeah. Just a business of mine."

Something about his demeanor made me curious. He didn't seem like the type who cared about social status.

"I'm Mabella.... You can call me Bella." I chuckled, stretching out my hand to give a handshake.

The man quickly moved forward and offered a firm handshake. "I'm Williams... Williams Chambers."

And just like that, something clicked in my head.

That night, Williams drove me in his truck to the hospital. While waiting for the doctor, I studied him -- his smile, his simple way of living.

He is different. Uncomplicated

He is simple and kind, the opposite of power-hungry men in my world. For the first time, I felt Maybe this is it -- my escape from the toxic life of torment my stepmother always presented to me.

Maybe he is the answer... The man I should marry.

I married him within months, keeping my identity as the Green family heiress hidden. But I couldn't ignore the reality of his struggling business. Quitely, behind the scenes, since he has qualifications in business administration, I ordered my assistant, Lillian, to invest in his ventures, buy he shares in major companies and push his name into the business world.

And here we are, about to be parents; a full family in glory because Williams had always spoken about wanting a future, a family.

I quickly wiped the tears of joy from my eyes and straightened my posture. "Thank you, Dr. Emerson. I'll make sure to take care of myself."

Dr. Emerson handed me a small ultrasound printout. "Here's your first look at your baby."

My breath hitched as I stared at the tiny, grainy image. A small flicker of life. My baby. A life growing inside me.

Holding tight to the ultrasound, I stood up, my heart light and hopeful. I needed to see Williams immediately.

I barely noticed the drive home. My thoughts were consumed by one thing. "I can't wait to see the excitement on Williams's face when he hears the Good news."

I pulled up my car in the estate parking lot. I inhaled deeply, pressing a hand on my stomach. "This is the moment that will change everything, dear husband." I said with a smile on my face as I stepped into the house.

"Williams?" I called out

Mabella's POV

Silence.

Frowning, I walked through the sleek marble hallway, past the elegant chandeliers and expensive artwork, towards his study.

Then I heard sounds, curious I followed the sound to the living room. The door to the bedroom is kept slightly open, and I can hear hushed voices inside.

I smiled softly. Maybe he's on a business call. Should I surprise him instead?

Just as I was about to step in, I heard a familiar voice -- a woman's voice, sickeningly sweet, filled with laughter.

"Oh! Seems Williams invited his cousin over." I thought with a slight smile

Absentmindedly I pushed the door open. I froze immediately seeing Williams shirtless on the bed with...

Is that your cousin!???

Feeling relaxed and comfortable, sipping wine from my anniversary glasses.

Beside her, Williams leaned back, completely at ease.

My stomach twisted.

"What's going on here?" My voice is calm, but my fingers dig into my purse.

Williams barely glanced up. "You're home early."

I was too stunned to speak; my knees suddenly went numb, and I couldn't move. I could remember a year ago when Williams approached me with urgency on his face.

"Bella darling, my cousin Mandy had a terrible accident. She needs a blood transfusion immediately, but her blood type is rare. The same as yours." He said

"Oh, my world! That's so sad." I replied, and I didn't hesitate to accept.

I have always believed in family and in standing up for the people I love. If this cousin of Williams is in danger, I will gladly help. I thought

I donated the blood without a second thought.

But now, standing in my bedroom I'm staring at the same supposedly distant cousin, then it done in me just how blind I had been.

My stomach twisted with pains flowing from my heart. My voice was barely above a whisper. "Williams.... I thought Mandy is your cousin?" I asked trying to fight back tears that were threatening to drop.

Williams turned lazily, unfazed, unbothered. But before he could speak, the woman beside him laughed --- a sharp, mocking sound.

"What kind of absurd question is that?" Mandy mused, stretching her legs out. "Who is your cousin?"

My breath hitched. "What?"

The woman smirked. "I'm Mandy. And I'm no ones cousin. Williams here? He's my first and only love. Considering how 'useful' I have been to him, I have always been his priority." She leaned against him, her fingers running his hair. "You know....... I had to rest after the accident before coming back, but now I'm here for good."

My hands trembled as I looked at Williams, my mind desperately tried to make sense of what was happening. "Williams... Tell me she's lying.

"Ha ha ha... Williams I know it's Halloween, of course you got to pull one or two pranks. But these... It's too extreme Williams." I said smiling and gesturing at the bizarre sight.

For a brief moment, he hesitated. Then, he sighed and sat up, his face devoid of guilt. "She's not lying Mabella."

A sharp pain pierced my chest. "Then what... What was all this?" I snapped at his words, his relaxed self fueled my anger the more.

Williams ran a hand through his hair, looking irritated. "It was Convenient Mabella. You were convenient."

My world cracked.

"But I -- helped you! I gave you everything and supported you when everyone seemed busy!"

"Oh please! Enough with those lines. Williams I don't even know why you still kept her around," Mandy's voice purred. "She's nothing but an inconvenience."

Completely frozen. My chest constantly hurt from the arrows thrown at me.

Williams's voice followed, calm, detached. "Mandy, be patient. She serves her purpose."

My fingers clenched around the ultrasound. I serve my purpose?

"She thinks you love her." Mandy laughed mockingly. "And you let her believe it?"

Williams chuckled, the sound like a dagger slicing through my heart courses. She's useful. But love? Don't be ridiculous, Mandy."

A cold numbness spread through my limbs.

"I married her out of pity because she promised to talk to some of her friends since I had knowledge of business," Williams continued. "Her few strings got me my first job, like you know of course that wasn't enough."

"Now I don't need her anymore since your family is arranging a major deal with Shelton Technology. What she claims she has done is nothing compared to what I'm about to be now, all thanks to you my love." Williams placed Mandy's face on his hand, giving her a kiss on her forehead.

I felt as though the walls were closing in around me. I struggled to breathe, my entire world cracking apart with every word that came from his mouth.

"Then why keep her still?" Mandy pressed.

There was a pause before Williams replied, his tone dark and final.

"Because she's naive enough to believe in me. Once I'm done with her, I'll throw her out like yesterday's trash."

The ultrasound slipped from my fingers, fluttering on the floor like a fallen leaf.

My chest heaved, an unbearable pain gripping me. The excitement, the hope I had carried, shattered into a million pieces. The man I had loved, the man I had devoted my life to, had never... Never truly loved me in return?

My stomach churned violently, I leaned on the doorframe for support.

Williams had used me. All this time.

And I had been so blind to see it.

"Hey, you forgetting something. They is a document you must sign. Just in case you feel you can still pave your way to my man's heart." Mandy said mockingly she gestured towards the dresser.

I turned my left and picked up the file, my eyes teary but I stopped it from flowing. The situation wasn't worth my tears as I signed the divorce paper.

"That's right."

I turned, stunned to see my mother-in-law stepping out from behind the doorframe, arms crossed.

"Your presence here has been tolerated enough, and we don't need just a housewife who cooks and cleans with the only support of telling her wrenched friends like her to connect my son. We don't need those types of gestures. We have grown past that," she pressed on with her hurtful words.

"Mandy here is well connected and can give my son a well-deserved connection now she's back. The only right thing for my son to do is marry her."

I felt like I couldn't breathe any longer.

Williams's mother smirked. "Maybe you should go back to selling burgers and playing housewife. That seems more fitting for someone like you."

I swallowed hard, every word cutting deeper than the last.

They had never valued me.

Not Williams.

Not his mother.

Not the man I thought I had built an empire for.

And they think they can discard me like nothing huh?

No!

They will regret this, I won't cry, not in front of them.

I turned to Williams, my voice calm. "You want me gone?"

Williams smirked. "Yes. With all pleasure."

"Fine. I'm giving you what you want." I said throwing the signed divorce papers on the floor.

"Remember this day Williams, it is your regret and reconning. When I'm back, the man who betrayed me will lost everything." I turned and left without saying a word about my pregnancy.

Williams 's POV

The lavish grand ballroom of Regal Crown Hotel glittered with crystal gold and silver chandeliers, casting beautiful reflections across the marble floor, filled with Italy's elite -- billionaires, politicians, and industry moguls. The sound of laughter and clinking of glasses echoed through the air.

I stood at the center, dressed in a custom-tailored suit, basking in the attention of high-profile investors. My business empire had faced some struggles in recent years, but tonight was different. My smug smile is firmly in place as I entertain guests.

Tonight, I am announcing my engagement to my mistress, my bride-to-be.

Mandy..

She clings to my arm like a prize, her sparking diamond engagement ring catching the light. She's basking in the glory of being the woman I had chosen.

The press has gathered in one corner, their cameras flashing as the hotel doors swing open. The room instantly fell into silence.

Conversation stopped mid-sentence, and the clinking of champagne stopped as heads turned towards the entrance.

A figure stepped inside... Gosh... She's breathtaking.

She walked in with effortless grace, dressed in a deep red silk gown that hugged her curves like it was made just for her, the off-shoulder design leaving her smooth collarbones exposed; she is the epitome of power and elegance.

A split ran up her leg, revealing just enough to command attention, and the fabric shimmered under the golden light, making her look almost ethereal. Her long dark hair spread in soft waves down her back.

The air shifted.

Whispers spread like wildfire.

It couldn't be.

I turned, my drink slipping from my grasp as my eyes locked into her. My heart stopped.

Mabella Green.

My ex-wife.

The woman I had discarded like she was nothing.

But now looking at her, she isn't the same woman I humiliated and threw away with tears.

No.

This Mabella was untouchable. More powerful. Deadly.

Her bold red lips curved into a knowing smirk as she walked towards me, stopping inches away. She tilted her head as if studying me like a mere business acquisition -- one she had no intention of buying.

But it's her eyes that sent chills through my spine.

She wasn't the same woman I had thrown out two years ago.

Mandy's grip on my arm tightened. "What is she doing here?" She hissed, panic creeping into her voice.

But I was frozen, my smirk vanishing. I had spent years convincing myself that Mabella had disappeared, that she had been nothing more than a phase --- a mistake that I had long since erased.

And yet, here she is.

Looking like a goddess reincarnated for vengeance.

Her black stilettos clicked against the marble, her presence turning heads, her Aura commanding attention as she descended the steps, a deliberate rhythm that only heightened the tension in the room.

Guests whispered in hushed tones, their eyes moving between Marbella and I.

And then, she smiled.

Not the soft, affectionate smile of the past.

But a slow, knowing smile -- one that promised retribution, not reconciliation.

She reached for a champagne flute from a passing waiter, the movement effortless, exuding wealth. She took a slow sip, letting the taste settle on her tongue before locking her eyes with Williams.

"Congratulations, I heard you were celebrating," she finally spoke, her voice smooth, almost teasing. "I thought I'd stop by... For old time's sake."

My throat went dry. The weight of her presence pressed down on me like an iron chain.

"Mabella..." I started, my voice barely above a whisper.

She tilted her head, forming innocence. "Oh? You still remember my name?" Her lips curled. "That's surprising. You seemed quite eager to forget me."

Mandy, feeling the shit in power, immediately stepped forward, placing a possessive hand on my chest. "You -- what are you doing here?" She demanded, her tone sharp. "This is a private event."

Mabella didn't even spare her a glance. Instead, she let her gaze sweep the luxurious surroundings, taking inexpensive floral arrangements, the ice sculptures, the extravagant display of wealth.

"Private?" She mused. "Oh, darling... Nothing about Williams is private. Not his business..." Her gaze shifted to me, eyebrow arched." ...and certainly not his engagements."

A ripple of laughter, quiet but unmistakable, spread through the crowd.

Mandy's face flushed with anger. "You weren't invited."

Mabella took a single step forward, stopping just before the couple. "Did you think I'd miss the chance to celebrate my ex-husband's latest victim?" Her eyes met Mandy's, piercing, unapologetic. "I just wanted to confirm if it was the foolish mistress I was deceived to believe was Williams's cousin that decided to take over my leftovers."

Mandy gasped. A few guests chuckled behind their champagne flute.

I clenched my jaw, my eyes darkening with something unreadable -- guilt, anger, regret?

Mabella ignored us, turning her gaze to the nearest table where a bottle of 1985 château Margaux sat unopened. With an air of unbothered entitlement, she reached for it.

"Ah," she sighed, pouring herself another glass.

"Williams always did have good taste in wine." She raised her glass, her smirk deepening. "Shame he didn't have the same taste in women."

Gasps filled the room. Mandy flushed red, her nails digging into my arm. "You ---"

I finally found my voice. "Enough," I snapped, stepping forward. "What do you want, mabella?"

Mabella tilted her head, studying me with amusement. "Want?" She let the words roll off her tongue. "Oh, Williams..." She set the glass down and moved forward, just enough that only I could hear her next words.

"You still don't get it. I already have everything I want," she whispered, her voice dangerous caress. "And soon, I'll have what you want too."

My eyes flashed with uncertainty.

Mabella moved back, looking at me with the kind of disdain reserved for insects. Then, without waiting for a response, she turned on her heel, the slit of her dress revealing a teasing glimpse of her leg as she walked away.

The entire ballroom watched in stunned silence as she left, leaving behind an atmosphere thick with tension and unresolved history.

Mandy, now visibly shaking with fury, turned to me. "Why does she still affect you?" She hissed.

I didn't answer.

With poise and confidence mabella turned around from the doorway, disdain in her look. "Enjoy your celebration while you can, darling ex husband." Her voice dripped with sweet venom.

"Because soon, the only thing you'll be celebrating... Is your downfall."

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