First-Person POV Web Novels & Mafia Affair Stories

“You understand there’s no going back after this…right?” I nodded. Azrael’s brows immediately pulled together. “No.” His voice dropped, deep and commanding. “I want to hear you say it, Wilhemina.” My heart hammered as he hovered over me, close enough that his heat surrounded me. His cologne filled my lungs, mixed with the faint scent of mint and whiskey on his breath. “Say you understand.” “I understand,” I whispered. His eyes darkened. We had met like this before. Stolen nights. Locked doors. Hours where I could forget the diamond on my finger and the husband who barely remembered I existed. But tonight felt different. Tonight, Azrael wasn’t offering me an escape. He was asking me to choose. His fingers closed around my chin, forcing my eyes back to his. “Good girl.” Two words. That was all it took to send a shiver through me. ___ For three years, Wilhemina Rucci-Saldini has been the perfect mafia wife—beautiful, obedient, polished, and utterly unwanted. Her marriage to Emilio Saldini was never about love. It was a calculated alliance between two of the Central Region’s most influential crime families. Emilio’s heart, however, has always belonged to someone else: his college sweetheart, Yazmin. Wilhemina accepts his mistress. She accepts his absence. She even accepts the humiliating agreement that Emilio will never consummate their marriage because Yazmin cannot bear the possibility of Wilhemina giving him an heir. What Wilhemina cannot accept is discovering—on their third wedding anniversary—that Emilio has secretly given Yazmin something he never intended to give his legal wife: A real wedding. Publicly humiliated by Emilio, trapped by a father willing to use her comatose mother as leverage, and tired of living as everyone’s beautiful possession, Wilhemina finally does something selfish. She enters The Angel’s Den.

“Rule number one,” Dante said, his voice a low, lethal purr that ran straight to my core. I stared at his gray eyes like a helpless doe at the mercy of a wolf. Defenseless yet willing. Standing tall and imposing in his black dress shirt and black jeans, he looked like a sin I hadn’t yet committed and one I was bound to commit. Willing to commit. I swallowed, staring at him. I could leave, he wouldn't care if I did, but desperation and something I couldn't mention pinned me here. “With me, there is no romance, no kissing, no nice words, and definitely no love,” he continued, taking slow, predatory steps toward me Six months. Six rules. One forbidden temptation. Julianna Russo is six months away from marrying Alistair Marchetti, heir to one of New York's most powerful mafia families. There's only one problem, Alistair believes she's the sexually experienced woman he craves. But she isn't. When a desperate lie traps her in an engagement she cannot escape, Julianna turns to the one man dangerous enough to help her survive her wedding night. Dante Marchetti, Alistair's elder brother, the exiled son and the man who broke her heart three years ago. Dante agrees to teach her everything she needs to know before the wedding. But every lesson brings them closer, their secret arrangement threatens exposure and every stolen moment risks starting a war inside the Marchetti family. As old betrayals resurface and buried truths come to light, Julianna must choose between duty and desire. Between the man she is supposed to marry… and the man she never stopped loving.

Veronica felt nothing but rejection and unwanted after being married to her childhood love Tyler, she decided to end things with him after being neglected and untouched by him for over a year only to find out his secret, hurt and feeling betrayed she drove into a bar to get drunk and ended up sleeping with a handsome stranger she met earlier that day and found out few days later that he was actually her husband's stepbrother.