After My Divorce I Became The Mafia Don’s Wife Novels & Stories

The way they had stopped whatever they were talking about and paid attention to him surprised me. They were talking about some mafia stuff and I stood there looking like a lost puppy I still hadn't come to terms with the fact that my life was now constantly in danger because I was married to the mafia don. I don't think anyone could. "And who is this little piece of candy that's been standing here ?" A man spoke up causing everyone to look at me and I just stared at my own two feet. "She's not important" I looked at Julius with wide eyes. "So I can go show her some moves on the dance floor?"

"Incredible! I don't need you as my friend, I know you all...all of you are a bunch of liars and want to manipulate me." “Is that what you really think, Abby?” she ask. I didn't answer her, I just kept eating, and when I was done, she was still looking at me and smiled warmly. "I know it's not easy to be married to a ruthless Don Mafia... But did you know that not everyone knows he's in the mafia? He's a respected Billionaire in the country. You should be very happy and feel so lucky that he chose you in a heartbeat to be his wife."

After a year of marriage, our attempts to conceive had been unsuccessful, which had caused Dominic to become distant from me. He spent countless hours outdoors and rarely returned home. As I hurried out of the hospital, my heart was filled with joy; I couldn't wait to share the wonderful news with my sister and celebrate together. Being married to a mafia Don, the family needed an heir, and I had struggled with infertility. But now, I finally had the chance to secure my position as Don’s wife. As soon as I parked in the penthouse garage, I jumped out of my car and rushed to the elevator. My heart raced with excitement, and I couldn't help but giggle as I ascended. I was determined to surpris

His jaw tightened until the muscle ticked. Then came the words I’d been expecting. “I want you to divorce Cassandra,” he snapped. “This charade has gone on long enough. Fulfill the original agreement. Marry my daughter, as it was intended.” He straightened, eyes gleaming with the weight of his position—the second most powerful Don in the mafia circle. But me? I just laughed. The sound was slow—like ice cracking through glass. Eduardo shifted uncomfortably in his seat, and when I stopped, the smile on my lips was razor-thin.

I’m very proud of Sofia and her embracing mafia wife life. I still can’t believe I’m a mafia wife to not one but to dons. I fought so hard for years against marrying one Don and now I have two. Two Dons, my Kings who share their power with me. They will not let me fade into the background. I love them for giving me a place at their side. It’s clear I’m not the docile mafia wife that is happy to shop and spend money. Sofia is totally content to be that type of mafia wife and it’s what clearly makes her happy. It goes to prove that even mafia wife’s can be different. It’s nice to have a variety of us because it shows that we don’t have to be forced to fit into a box. The underworld may still b

"Ha, the heir? The heir who's locked outside? If you don't pay us today, you can forget about keeping your life!" The enforcer turned to Isabella. "That includes you!" Isabella went pale with terror and pointed at me on the steps. "She's the mafia Principessa! She has money!" Marco's eyes darted around before he said decisively, "She's my fiancee! You should collect from her! Now that she's the mafia heiress, this amount is nothing to her!" I stopped in my tracks, pulled out that thin document from my purse, and handed it coldly to the debt collector. "Here. This is a Severance Agreement.

* I snapped the cylinder shut and elegantly chambered a round. "You've got one thing wrong." "I am not just Lorenzo's wife." "I am the only Corleone Mama." "In the world of Cosa Nostra, no one dares to insult me."

Yeah, he hadn't thought this through. Probably figured a mafia marriage ends like some courthouse quickie. Still, hope's a stubborn thing. He stormed off to Papa's office like he had a shot. As soon as he left, Sofia stepped up. "Signora, what do you think the Don's gonna do?" I leaned back, kept signing. "Let's see... cheats with some bar trash, burns through our money, then wants a divorce? Papa's gonna teach him what loyalty really means." Half an hour later, the whole place shook with Papa's roar.

She jumped off the bed and dashed through the doors. I exhaled and stood up to stretch my legs, I had spent an hour in that bed, I slept and I had the silliest dream, I dreamt Chase was here and he has settled all the drama and the fights and we actually worked together, he stopped the mafia and drug life and we just become the regular corporate couple. But that’s impossible because first of all, I don’t want a regular corporate life and Chase would rather die than acknowledge the fact that I was his wife.

A smile formed on his lips. “Surprise... it didn’t hurt,” he grinned. Onora’s eyes widened. She tried to run, but he caught her, spun her around, and slammed her against the wall. His grip locked tightly around her wrists, pinning her there. She whimpered. “You punched me, and you must pay.” Pay? “Your husband didn’t tell you? Mafia don’t do free. You can’t punch me for free,” he smirked. Mafia. Her husband was a mafia. She had read many stories about them—dangerous men who manipulated others to get what they wanted.