Is My Mafia Husband Based On A True Story?

What happens when a simple decision turns your life upside down? Blood, secrets, and ploys await. ------- It was challenging to pay attention to the meal while your husband was staring at you as if you were his next meal. “Stop looking at me like that, baby,” I whispered in his ear. He muttered, “Then kitten, stop licking the spoon with that sexy tongue.” “Am I not allowed to eat my food now?” I inquired, squandering my innocence. But we both knew I was teasing him, and the bulge in his pants was the obvious sign that I had succeeded. He whispered in his husky Italian accent, “Oh, you are not walking straight when I am done with you tonight, my lovely sweet wife.” Oh, God! ------- Anaya Regio is a naïve 22-year-old girl who is a gentle soul with a simple life, but her simple life takes a complicated turn when she discovers her parents are not her biological parents. Nicolas Ricci is a 27-year-old one of the most feared Mafia bosses in Italy. His only goal in life is to become the number one mafia boss in all history, regardless of the lengths to do so. He is ruthless and a cold-blooded killer. What happens when Anaya becomes a pawn in Nicolas's game and has to get involved in a world of hurt and greed? Will she understand his game and leave him or give in to the attraction she feels? Will Nicolas stay hidden behind the walls he built near his heart, or will he let her steal it? Join the roller coaster journey of Anaya and Nicolas. Where they find deceit, greed, and agony with love, lust, and trust. Warning: Mature content, abuse, blood, and fights.

On the day of her wedding Miriam thought she was going to marry the man of her dreams, her childhood sweetheart and lover only to find out that he had sold her off to the most dangerous Russian in Las Vegas as his bride. Her parents were in support of the swapped grooms as they wanted their second daughter to marry Miriam's lover instead. Thrown into the hands of an intimidating man, Miriam believed that she would never be loved by him. However, to her surprise, her dangerous Mafia husband is actually a doting man. He sweeps her off her feet, showers her with love and fights against those who come in her way including her family. But then, being the bride of a Don comes with exclusive responsibilities and bold steps to survive in his world of crime and danger.

On Victoria’s 20th birthday she receives unsettling news: her father agreed to marry her to one of the most dangerous mafia leaders in the country. She has no say in the matter, there is no escape from this marriage. Her new husband, Dimitri Ivanov, is cruel, cold and controls her every move. Victoria has never been more frightened of anyone in her life, but she is going to have to learn to survive in the world of crime that she is now part of.

When Elena Rossi's family shipping empire collapses under crushing debt, she is left with one impossible choice: lose everything—or marry the most feared man controlling the Savona harbor. Dante Moretti is ruthless, powerful, and accustomed to getting what he wants. His proposal to Elena isn't about love. It's a contract designed to protect his empire and give her family a chance to survive. They enter a contract marriage as enemies, each determined to protect their own interests. But the harbor is already a battlefield. As rival mafia families launch financial attacks, sabotage port operations, expose buried secrets, and threaten everything Elena has left, she discovers that surviving beside Dante requires more than courage. It requires intelligence, independence, and the willingness to fight back. Dante expects a compliant wife. Instead, he gets an intelligent, decisive woman who can challenge him at the negotiation table—and stand beside him when the guns come out. What begins as a Hate to Love contract slowly becomes something neither of them planned. Because in a world ruled by power, betrayal, and blood, the most dangerous thing they can possess isn't the harbor. It's trust. Married to Mafia is a fast-paced Dark Romance filled with Drama, Mystery, Finance, Girl Power, Betrayal, and Love After Marriage.

The day I married Santino Connor, he went from the infamous heir of a mafia fortune to a broke nobody. When he handed me a plastic ring in a shabby basement and asked if I would start from scratch with him, I looked at the man I had loved since I was a girl and nodded without a second thought. "Santino, as long as it was with you, I would do anything." For him, I worked more than ten hours a day until my stomach bled from the stress. Our son, from the moment he could walk, trailed me from one odd job to the next. I thought my love could eventually build us a life in the sun. Until, at a lavish banquet where I was serving the elite, he showered me with cash from his seat at the head of the table. "What's that thing crawling on the floor? It's blocking my view!" "Take the money and get out of my sight!" When I saw the woman by his side, her face an eerie copy of my own, I finally understood. To him, this was just a game, and I was the only one playing for keeps. If he was going to go to such lengths to deceive me, then it was time for his game to end. What he didn't know was that one month later, he would be tearing the world apart to find me.

Shortly after we said "I do," the Family sent my husband, Dario, down to the Mexican border. He told me it was a meat grinder down there—cartel territory. where guys were zipped into body bags every day. He said he had to go—to expand the territory, for the glory of the Family. He claimed it was too dangerous and that his enemies would paint a target on my back, so he wouldn't take me with him. I believed him. I stayed behind in his old, rot-infested house in New Jersey, taking care of his bitter, spiteful parents. I spent my days and nights in the Family's moldy laundromat, washing bills stained with blood. He told me he sent every dime he made down there to the widow of a brother who took a bullet for him. He asked me to be understanding. I never complained. Day after day, I pressed expensive suits in that humid laundromat, waiting for him to come home. It wasn't until the eighth year that a mobster came back drunk. When I asked about Dario, he froze, then sneered at me through a haze of alcohol. "Dario? Are you kidding? He’s been a King in Manhattan for years. He’s the youngest Underboss of the Corleone family." I stood frozen, the iron in my hand burning a hole right through a shirt. "And he got married seven years ago. Biggest cathedral in New Jersey. Half the mob was there to toast the groom..." He pulled a crumpled photo from his leather jacket. Snuggled up against my husband was a woman in a high-end couture gown—the very same "poor, widowed sister-in-law" he had told me about. The next day, I contacted a fixer who specialized in fake IDs. On the application for a one-way ticket to Europe—a ticket to vanish off the face of the earth—I filled in the fake name I had prepared long ago. He trapped me for seven years with a sham marriage. From now on, I’d be done with this damn loyalty.