All Chapters of The Mafia King's Wife: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

•GIA•Mario Montez... He was my nightmare.He was a ruthless mafia king who killed for fun and didn’t care about anyone’s feelings but his own.He had two little sisters whom he protected with his life, and when my father killed his youngest sister in a failed assassin job meant for Mario, he came after my family and took everything that my father owned.He made him pay for his sins, and he stripped my father of everything that belonged to him. Including me.“I’d rather die than marry you,” I said firmly, looking him in the eye.“We will see about that,” he replied as he sat down and looked up at me with a smirk on his face.I scoffed as I got up from the couch and went to my room. He kept me hostage in his house for 6 months, and then, suddenly, he wanted to make me his wife.It sounded absurd that he wanted to marry the daughter of the man who had killed his younger sister.I thought he was going to kill me by now instead of keeping me alive just to torture me.He locked up my parent

•GIA•When I got back to my room, I found Anna waiting for me.She looked surprised and concerned at the same time. It was as if she knew what I had to endure inside Mario’s bedroom.I fought back tears and pretended to be unbothered. I just didn’t want to cry anymore.I was done crying. It gave Mario satisfaction to continue torturing me just to see my reaction.“Gigi, what happened? I saw the last girl leave a while ago,” she asked. Concern in her voice.“He made me watch as he made love to her,” I answered.“What? Are you serious?” She came toward me, took my hand, and sat down with me on the bed.I chuckled, “I watched everything as if it were a movie.”“I didn’t know he was going to do that,” she answered, pitying me. I didn’t want her to pity me anymore.“I am going to get away from him, Anna,” I said, looking at her.“I’ll help you,” she answered.“No, I don’t want you to get into trouble!” I looked at her. Scared that I might lose her, too, if Mario found out what we were up to

•GIA•Two nights in a row, I dedicated my time to watching a Bride Killa documentary.The brides murdering their husbands after the wedding didn’t bother me, for any reason.I was mesmerized by how they executed their agenda, remaining undetected. Not even by their grooms.They were very careful in how they carried out their agenda.They played their cards smartly and made their men not suspect a thing.I watched other killer documentaries and took notes about how it wasn’t necessary to kill someone who was only in an intimate relationship with you.It had to be someone vicious. Someone exactly like Mario.After that, I had to make it look like it wasn’t me who had committed the murder. I had to get rid of any evidence that could point toward me.I had to lure him into my trap, make him comfortable, or get him sleeping pills before I killed him.When I was done, I had to use plastic bags to dispose of his body in the lake, where it might remain undiscovered for many years, or bury his

•MARIO• [20 YEARS AGO] It was a normal day. I was sixteen and coming back from school when I heard wails from the living room at home. I halted in my tracks and listened intently in case the wails were not coming from home. My heart almost leaped out of my throat when I realized it was my mother crying. Francesca was still at school, and my father was not yet back from work. My mother was all alone. I ran to the door, barged into the living room, and found her on the carpet floor, her legs spread open. “Please bring me water and scissors, Mario,” her voice came out as a whisper. She appeared exhausted and was panting. It pained me to witness my mother in such a condition. I desperately wanted to end her pain immediately. After seeing her in such distress, I dashed to the kitchen to fetch a bucket of water and some scissors. She was about to bring a new life into the world, all on her own. Day in and day out, I witnessed her battle through the pregnancy, enduring bouts of ill

~GIA~ The following day, I woke up and headed straight to the bathroom to have a quick bath so that I could continue with my mission to piss Mario off, or simply learn things about him that were going to help me to escape from him. I hoped I would find him in the dining room having breakfast with Arianna so that I would see his hangover face. I was excited. It was an unusual feeling, but it felt good. To wake up with a purpose and the willingness to fulfill it. I wanted him to think that I was getting used to being here, as his prisoner. He was bound to get irritated that I was no longer so eager to spend time plotting a plan about how I was going to kill myself before he came to the rescue. Even though I didn't know where I was going to go when I was finally free from Mario, I knew that I was going to be happy to have found my freedom. After my very short and needed bath, I stood in front of my closet and looked for a very good outfit that I would wear today. It was a good day