The Mafia Boss' Betrayal

Aubrielle

Gia POV

Leo had been… kind to her lately. Gentler, even.

After the gala—after her performance—he’d kissed her hand, called her beautiful, even left a bouquet of lilies in the sitting room like they were newlyweds instead of strangers sharing a bed.

She guessed it meant she’d passed his little test. She hadn’t flinched when he called Dante by name. Had barely blinked when he introduced her like a prize.

And Dante? He’d played along too. Like she was nobody. Just Mrs. Costa.

Maybe that was good. Maybe… maybe she could finally forget him.

When Gia walked downstairs and into the kitchen to start breakfast for Luca, Leo was already there.

“Surprise,” he smiled, pulling beautiful roses from behind his back. Gia smiled—really smiled.

“Thank you,” She took the roses from his hands and Leo kissed her—really kissed her. Deep and full of longing.

“What’s this all about?” Gia giggled against his mouth. This side of Leo, it reminded her of when they had first gotten married. He’d surprised her at every turn with a gift, flowers, a kiss…

It was…nice.

Maybe if she was a better wife, he would be like this all the time?

“Just because I love you,” Leo muttered, before kissing her again. Leo’s hands slid to her waist, his mouth brushing the side of her neck.

“You’re beautiful when you smile,” he murmured. “I’ve missed that.”

Gia flushed, leaning into him just a little. It felt good. Safe. Familiar.

His fingers gripped her hips, pulling her closer, before sliding down, lifting her up and placing her gently on the kitchen island.

“What are you doing?” Gia chuckled. Her long black hair flowing around her. Leo smiled, pushing her hair back.

“I’m hungry. I want my breakfast,”

“What do you want, I can make something for you,” she offered, but Leo’s hands slid under her skirt, his fingers tugging at her panties.

“Not that kind of hungry,” he whispered in her ear, his warm breath caressing her cheek.

“Leo, Luca can be downstairs any second,” she gasped.

“He sleeps till eight at least. We still have a whole hour,” he leaned down and started kissing her inner thigh. Gia lost herself in the sensation and gently laid down.

“That’s my girl,” he chuckled against her leg, before pushing her panties to one side, going straight for his target.

“You taste so f*****g good,” he groaned, the timbre of his voice sending a wave of pleasure through her. Leo was a lot of things, but he was not a selfish lover, and Gia soon found herself moaning softly, with her fingers in his hair.

“Who does this p***y belong to?” Leo asked, his voice all possessive. She knew the question was coming, it always did.

“You,” she whispered, lost in ecstasy. The combination of his tongue and fingers had her legs shaking in no time, as she whispered his name.

“Breakfast,” Leo smiled when she’d caught her breath, causing her to giggle.

Maybe, just maybe… if she tried harder, loved him better, things would stay like this. Safe. Sweet. Soft.

Gia checked her reflection one last time—just a hint of gloss on her lips, loose waves in her hair, and underneath her dressing gown… nothing but black lace and soft skin.

Leo was working in his office, and Gia had prepared his favorite lunch. She was trying to be the best wife, so his mood would stay as it was. Soft. Perfect.

They could be happy together. She wanted to believe it. Needed to believe it.

Luca was playing in the living room, humming to himself while he stacked blocks.

“Mommy needs to talk to Daddy for a second. Can you stay here?” she asked him.

“Okay, mommy,” Luca said as he continued to play.

Maybe it was time to stop taking the birth control pills she was hiding in the bathroom. Maybe…they could be a real family? Maybe… just maybe… she could give Leo a child.

She padded barefoot toward his office, nerves fluttering—a plate of food in hand. A quick knock—no answer. She opened the door.

“Leo?” She stepped inside—and froze.

He didn’t see her. He was on the phone, leaning back in his chair, voice low and syrup-smooth.

“I know, baby,” he said, chuckling. “You’re glowing. You’re going to look so beautiful carrying my son.”

Gia’s heart dropped.

“I told you, you have nothing to worry about. She’s just… a name on paper. You’re the one I want to come home to.” The phone call continued, but Gia didn’t hear the rest.

She walked in, dressing gown still closed, lace forgotten, her entire body trembling.

“Leo.”

He turned, startled—then smiled, as if he’d just been caught ordering surprise flowers, not confessing to having a pregnant mistress.

“I’ll call you back,” he muttered, placing the phone down.

“Gia, amore,” he said, standing. “You look—f**k, you look incredible. What’s the occasion?” His eyes trailed down her dressing gown like he could see through it. He approached her, arms stretched—

“Don’t touch me,” she said, voice like ice. “She’s pregnant?”

Leo froze. Then slowly approached her like she was a wild animal.

“Gia, don’t do this. It’s not what you think. It’s just s*x—it doesn’t mean anything.”

“Doesn’t mean anything?” Her voice cracked. “You’re going to have a baby with her!”

“Oh, Gia,” he sighed, like she was a child throwing a tantrum. “Calm down. Don’t act like some jealous wife. You know I hate drama.”

Her eyes blazed. “You told her I was just a name on paper.”

“You are!” he snapped. “But you’re my queen, Gia. The others? They’re nothing. It won’t be my heir. It’s just… one of my other kids. Don’t make it a big deal.”

She stepped back. “You son of a bitch.”

His eyes darkened. “Watch your mouth.”

She didn’t. She slapped him.

His face turned. Then slowly, he looked back at her—and his hand shot out, grabbing both her elbows.

“You ungrateful, frigid b***h,” he snarled. “If you’d done your job and given me a child, none of this would be happening!”

She gasped as he shoved her against the bookcase, her coat slipping from her shoulders, lace now fully exposed. His hands gripped her arms—hard.

“You want to scream at me?” he hissed, his mouth at her ear. “Then give me what she’s giving me. Right here. On your knees.”

“No.” Her voice was strong. Steady.

He shoved her harder. “I said—get. On. Your. f*****g. Knees.” He grated out, trying to push her down.

Gia couldn’t breathe.

Leo’s body pressed against hers, and his grip was bruising. She stared at the ceiling behind him, frozen. The pressure of his words, his rage, his audacity—

“If you take me against my will,” she whispered, her voice trembling with fury, “I will never forgive you. I will never love you again.”

For a second, everything stilled.

Leo exhaled like she’d wounded him, then slowly released her arms, taking a step back.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, rubbing a hand through his hair. “You just—God, you make me so angry sometimes. I didn’t mean to…” He trailed off, watching her pull her dressing gown tighter around her trembling body.

She stared at him, heart pounding. Her skin felt foreign. Her soul cracked.

“I just…” he tried again, calmer now, as if reason could fix what he'd broken. “She’s moving in. It’s not safe for her where she is—not while she’s carrying my child.”

Gia’s stomach flipped.

“But if you want…” Leo shrugged. “I can get rid of her after she gives birth. You could raise the baby. Our nanny could handle most of it. No one would even have to know.”

Her lips parted, disbelief rendering her silent.

“You’re insane,” she whispered.

“Don’t say that,” he said quietly. “I’m just trying to make this work—for all of us.”

“No. She’s not moving in, and that’s final.” Gia’s voice trembled, even if she tried to hide it.

“You think you can tell me what to do?” Leo started chuckling darkly. “If you don’t get back in line. I will move her into our bedroom, and I’ll demote you to a cleaning lady. Take your little charity from you and give it to… her. She’s so much better behaved than you. And younger. More pretty,”

He wanted to hurt her, and it was working—but Gia was tired. Tired of him. How could she even have thought that he could ever change? She was so stupid.

When she held his gaze without blinking, Leo’s lips turned to a sneer.

“You’re nothing but used goods. Marrying you was the biggest mistake of my life,”

It made her heart bleed, but it was exactly what she needed to hear.

When she walked out of the office, the house was too quiet. She walked into the living room—to find it empty.

“Luca?” she called, moving from room to room, her voice rising with each pass. “Luca!”

Panic clawed up her throat. Her heart thundered in her chest as she tore through the halls—checking his room, the playroom, the bathroom.

“Where is he?!” she screamed.

Leo appeared in the doorway, arms crossed. “He’s probably sulking in the garden.”

“He’s gone!” she snapped. “We must have scared him—"

Before she could finish, the front door yanked open.

“Luca!” Leonardo’s voice boomed.

And there he was.

Standing just behind Dante.

The men started arguing, but all she could think about was Luca.

“Stop it,” she snapped at them before taking Luca’s hand and leading him inside—dropping to her knees and pulled Luca in her arms. She held him tightly, shaking.

“Don’t ever do that again,” she whispered into his hair. “Don’t ever leave like that. I was so scared.”

Behind her, Dante and Leonardo were already at each other’s throats—again. But all she cared about was Luca—he was home and safe.

That afternoon, Gia packed her things. No dramatic speeches. No shouting. Just quiet, deliberate movements. She took her clothes from the closet, her lotion from the bathroom, her jewelry from the bedside drawer. Every item was a small rebellion. A whisper of, I’m done.

Leo didn’t notice at first—not until after dinnertime, when he walked into the bedroom expecting her to be there, only to find the room half-empty and the air colder.

He chuckled darkly, shaking his head. “Moving out?” he called down the hall. “Aubrielle will be thrilled to take your place.”

She didn’t answer. She was in Luca’s room, already helping him into his pajamas.

Tonight, she wasn’t his wife. She was Luca’s mother. And that was all that mattered.

She didn’t know what Leo was capable of anymore.

But she knew she couldn’t sleep beside him ever again.