Mafia Don’s Ghost Wife

Lucas was everything i ever wanted for years,but after he became the mafia don,everything changed,his eyes was on his beautiful secretary,i faded into the shadows!

Chapter 1

Betty’s POV

“Happy birthday, Lexi!”

The room was filled with cheers and laughter, a sea of raised glasses and sparkling lights creating false warmth in the grand hall.

I watched from the shadows as Lexi stood in the center, enjoying the attention. Her smile was wide and perfect as she accepted the admiration of the crowd.

And Lucas—he was right there by her side. His expression was hard to read, a mix of pride and distance as he watched her soak up the attention. My heart twisted, not from jealousy—not anymore—but from a deep, hollow ache of betrayal.

Lucas, the Mafia Don, who had once chased me, had promised me forever.

Now he stood here, letting this woman cling to him as if she had any right.

He’d forgotten about me, abandoned me, and now he was with another woman.

Lexi’s gaze lifted to his face, her eyes gleaming with that mischievous look that had always unsettled me. She knew how to play him, to keep him wrapped around her finger with her soft, practiced voice.

“So, Lucas,” she purred, light and expectant, “what did you get me?”

Lucas gave her a small, knowing smile, one that made something inside me go still. He lifted his hand, signaling to one of his men standing nearby, who held a beautifully wrapped designer bag. It was the same bag that had once sat on our sofa—the one I’d foolishly thought was meant for me.

He nodded, and his man stepped forward, handing Lexi the bag like it was a precious gift. Lexi’s face lit up, her eyes widening as she reached out to take it, barely able to contain her excitement. She nearly leapt forward, her hands shaking slightly as she gripped the bag.

I stood quietly as Lexi began to unwrap it, her fingers gliding over the fancy paper, taking her time, savoring every second while everyone watched. She wanted to make sure they all saw her, that they knew this was her moment.

Then, her fingers touched something cold wet. Her smile froze, her face shifting into confusion. Her hand drew back slowly, and there it wa..., pale and lifeless, with a wedding ring still on its finger. The same ring Lucas had once slipped onto my hand with promises of forever.

Lexi’s face went pale as the hand slipped from her grip, hitting the floor with a sickening thud.

“Oh my god?

“What?!”

People were shocked, some covered their mouths, and others looked away in horror.

“What’s going on here?” Lucas ordered his men to look at the gift.

“Don… it’s a...,” one of his men muttered.

Lucas’s eyes dropped to the hand on the floor, his face paling as he stared down at it. For a moment, he seemed unable to understand what he was seeing. But then his eyes landed on the ring, and his face darkened as he murmured one trembling word.

“Th-this ring…”

It was a whisper, a hollow sound that echoed through me. He looked as though he’d seen a ghost—and he had. I was right there, watching him, feeling a strange satisfaction as he stared down at the proof of his broken promises.

Lexi finally snapped out of her shock, her eyes darting from Lucas to the hand on the floor.

“Lucas, oh my, c-could it be?” She whispered, her voice shaking with fear and desperation as she reached out, her fingers trembling as she touched his arm, pleading for comfort.

“Lucas, someone… someone must be trying to send a message,” she stammered, her voice shaking as she glanced around at the horrified faces.

“How… how did this happen?”

“Stop.” His voice was low, cutting through the noise, silencing her. His gaze stayed on the ring, his face unreadable as he stared at it.

For a moment, I thought I saw a hint of regret in his eyes, but it quickly vanished, buried beneath his anger and confusion. He clenched his fist, his jaw tightening as he tried to make sense of what was happening.

“I need to know who did this…” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. Around us, the guests murmured in shock, their whispers filling the silence like a storm.

“Who on earth would do such a thing?”

“I can’t look at this anymore. It’s sickening.”

This party was supposed to be grand, yet it turned out to be disturbing and horrifying.

Lexi’s fingers tightened on his arm. “Lucas, please,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Whoever did this… they should pay for what they did!”

Lucas’s voice was harder now, his eyes narrowing as if he couldn’t believe this was happening. It was as if he already had an idea, but was in denial about it.

A heavy silence filled the room, pressing down on everyone. Lucas clenched his jaw, clearly struggling to put the pieces together.

Finally, he turned to her, his voice cold and dismissive. “I’ll handle this on my own.”

He pulled his arm away, turning to Tyler, his right-hand man, his voice sharp. “Find out where that came from. I want answers. Now! OR I WILL WANT YOU DIE!”

Tyler nodded, and the room shifted as his men began clearing the guests, muttering into their radios, putting everything into motion. I drifted closer, my eyes on Lucas, watching his face twist with guilt.

He moved toward the exit, leaving Lexi standing alone in the middle of the room, her face frozen.

As the crowd began to thin, Lucas stormed off, glancing around, his eyes sharp and calculating. I caught the faint whisper as he muttered to himself, “Whoever did this… they’ll pay for what they did to you, Betty.”

But it’s too late now.

Because I’m already dead.

Chapter 2

Betty’s POV

“Lucas, breakfast is ready,” I called, setting the last plate on the table. 

I was already up early, frying eggs, toasting bread, and brewing his coffee just the way he liked. I wanted this morning to go right, maybe start us off on a better foot. 

Last night, Lucas and I had an argument, so I wanted to make things straight for us this time.

The quiet house responded with nothing. I sighed, glancing around. My eyes landed on something unexpected—the designer bag on the sofa. My heart skipped, a glimmer of excitement bubbling up. Was this a surprise for me?

I moved closer, reaching out to touch the smooth leather, but suddenly, a sharp voice shattered the silence.

“Don’t touch it!” Lucas snapped from behind me, making me flinch.

I turned to see him standing in the doorway, his face cold and harsh. “Lucas, I just thought—”

“You thought wrong. That’s not for you.” He strode forward, grabbing the bag and holding it protectively, as if my touch would ruin it.

“Then… who is it for?” I asked the question heavily in my heart, though I already knew the answer.

His silence was all the confirmation I needed.

“Lexi?” I forced myself to say her name, to acknowledge the twisted reality between us. “You promised me you’d change, but what is this, Lucas? Why do you keep lying to me when it comes to her?”

His gaze moved to the window, his face blank and unreadable. “I don’t need to explain myself to you,” he muttered, avoiding my eyes.

I took a step closer, my frustration bubbling over. “This is the fifth time—no, maybe the fiftieth—that her name’s come up between us! What am I to you, Lucas? Am I still your wife?!”

Lucas barely reacted, his grip tightening on the bag. “If it makes you feel any better, I arranged an event tonight for her birthday party. And you’re not invited.”

His words hit like a slap on my face. I felt my hand drop, my excitement disappearing like smoke. “W-Why?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady, even as my heart shattered. “Why her, and not me?”

Finally, he looked at me, his expression twisted with impatience. “Because, Betty, you embarrass me in public. You’re difficult to be with, always nagging me about her. You’re a pain in the ass.”

The room spun, I felt hurt and disbelief. “Embarrass you? I’m the one who stayed by your side, who watched your back while you built this empire! I didn’t even want this life, Lucas! You begged me to marry you, and I trusted you. I trusted you with everything.”

He scoffed, folding his arms. “Maybe you’re not cut out for this life. Maybe you were right all along—you don’t belong here.”

“Unbelievable.” I stepped closer, forcing him to look at me. “You’re letting her take over everything that was once ours. And for what? So she can parade around like she’s the queen of this house?”

“Enough!” he snapped, his eyes flashing with anger. “Don’t you dare talk about Lexi like that. She respects this life, Betty. She understands it. Unlike you.”

I let out a shaky breath, the anger replaced by a hollow ache. “Respect? Understanding? She’s using you, Lucas, and you’re too blind to see it. She’s playing you to climb her way up, and you’re letting her!”

He clenched his fists, his face a mask of cold indifference. “Get out, Betty. If you’re not happy, then leave. No one’s stopping you.”

I froze, the weight of his words pressing down on me like a stone. Was he really telling me to walk away from everything we had built together?

My voice came out a whisper. “You don’t mean that.”

Lucas turned his back on me, pointing toward the door. “I do.”

Silence settled between us, thick and suffocating. I felt like I was standing in a stranger’s home, surrounded by memories that suddenly felt like lies.

I took a shaky breath, holding back the tears burning behind my eyes. “Fine. I’ll go. But remember this, Lucas—you were the one who chased me, the one who said you couldn’t live without me. And now you’re throwing it all away… for her.”

He didn’t answer. He didn’t even look at me as I turned and left, each step tearing at my heart.

“Ms. Betty,” Tyler’s voice pulled me from my thoughts as I stood outside, staring blankly at the fading sky. “I notice you’re quite upset. Are you okay?”

I shook my head, trying to shake off the bitterness clinging to me. “I don’t know, Tyler. I don’t know anything anymore.”

He glanced back toward the house, his expression filled with concern. “The Don’s really pushing you away, isn’t he?”

I nodded, feeling the weight of his words settle on me. “It’s like he’s not even the same person. The Lucas I loved, the one who would’ve done anything for me… he’s gone.”

Tyler shifted, hesitating for a moment before speaking, his voice low. “Everything is going to be alright, Ms.”

I took a deep, shaky breath, feeling the sting of tears at the edge of my eyes. “I just… I never thought it would end like this. You do know something’s going on between him and Lexi, right?” 

He couldn’t answer me. He just looked away and that gave me the answer I was looking for.

Lexi is now his woman, not me anymore.

Chapter 3

Betty’s POV

“Tyler!” Lucas’s sharp voice cut through the air. We both turned to see him striding toward us, his face twisted in a scowl.

Lucas didn’t look at me, only at Tyler. “Get away from her. Now.” His voice was cold, hard.

Tyler gave me a quick look of apology before nodding to Lucas. “Yes, Don.”

Lucas glared at him, his expression filled with a mixture of anger and distrust. “I need you to check the event I set up for Lexi’s party. Now.”

With a slight nod, Tyler turned and headed back toward the house, leaving Lucas and me standing there in tense silence. Lucas finally met my eyes, his face unreadable.

I took a shaky breath, daring to hold his gaze. “You’re really going through with this, aren’t you?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

He didn’t respond. He simply turned and walked away, his silence cutting deeper than any words could have.

I watched him leave, knowing exactly where he was headed—straight to her. The hurt twisted, sharp and bitter. It felt like he was choosing her over me, again and again, no matter how much I fought, no matter how much I begged. There was no room left for me in his heart, and I knew it.

I couldn’t bear the thought of staying here, locked away while he went off with her. The urge to run was overwhelming. I took a step toward the gate, ready to leave it all behind, when I felt a hand clamp down on my arm.

“Not so fast,” a deep voice said, pulling me back. I turned to see one of Lucas’s men, his grip firm, his face impassive.

“What are you doing?” I demanded, pulling my arm free.

“Orders from the Don,” he replied stiffly. “You’re to stay inside. We’re to keep an eye on you, make sure you don’t do anything reckless.”

The words stung. It was as if he thought I was some kind of child, some fragile little thing he could control and keep under locked!

“This is so unfair!” I spat, turning and storming back into the house.

I climbed the stairs two at a time, slamming the door to our bedroom behind me. The silence was suffocating, the weight of the empty room pressing down on me. Everywhere I looked, I saw reminders of the life we had once shared, the promises we had made. 

But now? It’s broken.

I collapsed onto the bed, my mind racing with thoughts of escape. But I knew there was no way out. Lucas had made sure of that. I was trapped, a prisoner in my own home, while he was out there, living his life with her.

Just as the anger and frustration threatened to consume me, my phone buzzed. I glanced down, frowning at the screen. It was an unknown number. My heart raced as I opened the message.

“Betty, we need to meet. It’s about Lucas. This is important. Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you. You can trust me.”

I stared at the message, reading it over and over, trying to make sense of it. Who could be sending this? How did this sender knew my name? And what did they know about Lucas? Part of me wanted to ignore it, to pretend it was nothing. But another part, the part that was desperate for answers, knew I couldn’t just let this go.

My fingers hovered over the keyboard before I finally typed a quick response.

“Where and when?”

The reply came almost instantly.

“The café by the river. Midnight. Come alone.”

I swallowed hard, my heart racing. Midnight. It was a strange time for a meeting, but nothing about this life was ever normal. I knew it was a risk—Lucas had his men watching me, and if they found out I was sneaking out, I’d be in even deeper trouble. But I couldn’t ignore this. I had to know.

As the hours ticked by, I waited, the tension building with every passing minute. I could feel the walls closing in, suffocating me. I had to get out of here, had to find some kind of answer, some kind of closure.

When the clock finally struck eleven-thirty, I slipped on my coat, pulling the hood up to cover my face. I crept down the stairs, my heart racing with every step, praying that Lucas’s men wouldn’t hear me. The house was dark and silent, the shadows stretched across the walls like specters.

I reached the front door, holding my breath as I turned the handle, inching it open just enough to slip outside. The night air was cold, biting against my skin as I hurried down the path, keeping to the shadows. I knew Lucas’s men were somewhere nearby, but I moved quickly, darting through the trees until I was clear of the property.

Once I was far away, I broke into a run as I made my way to the café by the river. The streets were empty, the city silent and eerie under the midnight sky.

The café was dark, its windows shuttered, but there was a figure waiting near the door, shrouded in shadows. As I approached, my breath visible in the cold night air.

“You came,” the figure said, stepping forward into the dim light.

But as soon as I saw who it was, my brow furrowed in confusion, and at the same time, my heart started to race so fast it felt as if it would leap out.

The person who texted me... it was none other than—

“Lexi…”

And she wasn’t alone.