Best Mafia Romance Series Mga Nobela at Kwento

SHE WAS MARRIED TO A MAFIA AND IT WAS A LOVE STORY. THE END _____________________________________________________________ Note: Hello, welcome back to this story. I hope you all are doing well. This is the next and the last chapter of the story I will be uploading more stories go through them and for more updates follow me I will see you in next story till then take care see ya Bye Bye

I was grateful to our parents, for the Mafia's Arranged Love. --- The End --- A/N: So... that was it. Thank you for loving my story. My other works here: 1) Love Of The Mafia King (Ruby & Vexon's story) 2) The Extrovert Weds The Introvert (Blaze & Diva's story) 3) The Secret Of My Boss (Aria & Zaiden's story) 4) The Vampire Potion (Alexander & Becca's story)

Quill looks at me waiting for my reply. " He's..." I sigh. I don't wanna think Romeo lied to me. " You know the bar Romeo works at right?" Quill looks at me skeptically and shrugs. " How do you know Romeo?" I watch the unfamiliar buildings pass through the window as I turn to look at Quill. " I've known Romeo for at least three years now." " No shit." " Yes, shit." I sigh. " He works for the Mafia right?" " Well, I don't know how to put it. He's a dealer once in a while and a loyal one. He's a friend to the family."

“I didn’t have a fight with him, okay? I was trying to talk sense into him. We should end all of this and move on with our lives.” Don Sebastien laughed, the sound cold and amused. “Move on? Vera, come on. This is the mafia. You don’t do the things you’ve done and then suddenly ‘move on.’ This isn’t a normal life. You don’t move on. You finish what you started.” He stepped closer and took hold of her chin, dragging her face up toward him. His voice dropped to a low, deliberate murmur. “And one more thing, Vera—there’s no such thing as giving up in the Mafia, just like there’s no running away. But…” He smirked, trailing a finger across her lips. “You can stay with me instead. Enjoy life here.

For the first time, I saw not just the man who controlled everything but the man who would destroy anyone who disrespected me. It made my pussy tingle. I loved a chivalrous man, like Jabari from Entergalactic. Dinner was an endless conversation about mundane things. Every woman at the table was dripping in diamonds and gossip. They smiled with perfect teeth, all wives of mafia lords and crime bosses. “So,” one of them drawled, a brunette with too much perfume and a Cartier bracelet, “how long have you two been… engaged?” Azrael didn’t hesitate to lie. “Six months.”

“I was blackmailed, Mr. Mafia! Ryan had photos of us together. He’d ruin me, my career, my life if I kept you close. I had to protect myself!” I slammed my glass down, the crack loud in the quiet. “Protect yourself? By shutting on me? You called me a criminal, Ethan, you told me to fuck off. Do you think I don’t have myself to protect?” He laughed, bitter, tears streaming down his face. “Protect yourself? You’re a mafia boss, Lucian! You live for this shit. I’m the one losing everything—my job, my fiancée, my fucking sanity!” “Fiancée?” I stepped closer, my voice a growl. “Oh please, you don’t even love the bitch. You love me, and you’re too scared to admit it.”

" I nearly jumped out of my skin, forgetting that the lady was seated beside me, and I turned to her with a tight smile. "Uh?" "How did you meet the dangerous leader of the Mancini Mafia group?"

When he learned about his newly formed relationship with Maria, he knew he had his chance. Maria's involvement in the situation wasn't exactly circumstantial. Initially, she had no knowledge to the Mafia, but a strikinh connection. Her connection to Marko attracted the attention of the West Mafia, who saw her as the perfect bait to draw him out. In their minds, Marko was unlikely to let anything happen to her, which made her a valuable asset. However, Maria was all that of an innocent bystander caught up in a dangerous game between powerful criminal organizations. could her parents divorce be connected to this ?

“But I love you.” Heidi stares into my eyes until she drops the only question I wasn’t ready to hear. “Is that enough, though?” Her eyes fall to my hand on her hip, and she notices my knuckles split, dried blood covering each one of them. She swallows hard and looks up at me again, her expression more serious this time. “How am I supposed to accept that this is what being part of the mafia means? Do you truly expect me to be okay with seeing you get hurt all the time, risking your life because of what…?”

Her eyes were watering as well. She held him as close as she could. She planted kisses on his forehead. He was on his knees, and she was in his lap. They stayed there until the sun was replaced by the moon, and the sun won the battle again and replaced the moon. As the rays of sunshine dried up the previously wet floor, and lightly warmed up Amber’s toes, her swollen eyes opened. Amber’s pov: The man whose arms are wrapped tightly around my waist is my man…I’m sure of the fact that he’s the one for me. He is my mafia man. He chose me, not because I didn’t give him a choice, but rather because his heart told him to do so.