Escaping My Mafia Husband Romane & Geschichten

“This is a joke. He’s my husband, and I—” “You don’t love him. Or do you want me to tell Kenneth McCarty that I know where you are?” Maria cut in. Naomi stood up. “Mason is my husband. Even if I had a rough past, I’m not leaving my husband.” She turned and walked out. Maria scoffed and looked at her assistant. “A rough past, she says. Yet she’s still in contact with her team to steal from my son. Send all you found to Mason. Let’s see if she can still say ‘my husband,’” Maria sneered.

“Vasilios called Luca and said his men had discovered where you were and that he was going to fetch you. He said you were working in some club though, so I'm pretty sure you've still got some time but it won't be long before he's on your tail.” “He has some nerve. I ran away for a reason. It was bad enough that we were forced to marry each other even though he clearly didn't want to be with me. Sure, we're mates, but he made it pretty clear that he didn't want a hybrid for a mate and would have rejected me if his father and my father weren't forcing our union. And then, to make things worse, he disappears the moment the ceremony was over, leaving me to face the congratulations from the pack

I didn’t answer. “You also agreed to this marriage?” she continued. “I know we don’t even know each other, but you could have intervened… He’s old enough to be my father. Who in their right mind thinks this is normal?” I let her speak. It was a release. “Helena… you were born into the mafia. You know these agreements have always happened.” I wished I could give another answer. But in that moment, I couldn’t. If I had known before this marriage… I would have stopped it.

**** "Many years ago, I was living in a small village. I studied well to get a good job. I was in love with a boy who was living in the same village like mine. My family didn't agree with that marriage. I ran away with that boy. We didn't have much money, so he accepted the job offered by your father. Our life was going happily. I found a job of the receptionist at the hotel. After a few months, we learn that I was pregnant. How much happy we were. But the happiness didn't live longer. I wasn't aware that he was working for the mafia. I was returning from the job and I have seen him running away. I asked to stop the auto and I stepped out following him. I ran behind him.

My hand throbbed almost as much as the headache I have now acquired. "Your father still wants you to marry?" KC asked as she took a seat on the edge of my bed, crossing her legs. She knows I've practically begged him to stop this marriage, she knows how he just laughed at me, telling me to fuck off. "Yes." I walked over to my balcony windows and looked into the night sky. Stars glimmered and shone, with a shooting star falling. I wished for happiness. I have argued with my father to no avail. It is a done deal. I ran a finger down my cheek, where my father slapped me last. I may not be bruised but I will always remember. I closed my eyes as I wished for his death over and over again. If only

" Diana couldn't argue anymore and had a fun time with her friends. Just when the party is getting deeper... It seems that someone put something in his drink. Mikhael felt dizzy and had an intimate night with the woman. And when he woke up, the same woman was beside him. Diana's POV I finally found peace. I thought that my life had been perfect back then, but time had to slap me with the harsh reality. The past few months have been a roller coaster ride. First, I was about to get married to the man of my life, Mikhael. We have been promised to each other since we were children, but he impregnated another girl. It's been months since then, and her due date will arrive soon. Another problem is

“You not just leave husband like that.” She leaned forward. “You run away from husband?” I hesitated. She inhaled. “He mafia.” My shoulders slumped in defeat. “Yes.” The table felt colder. Thomas sucked in a breath through his teeth. “You take his baby,” he said slowly, his eyes going from my stomach to Mama Li. “And you run?” He turned his head to Mama Li, his amusement completely gone. “This serious.” Mama Li leaned back in her chair. She closed her eyes for a second. “You're safe here,” she said, opening her eyes. “You want divorce him?”

I was forbade to ever speak to my family and friends ever again. I knew what my husband's job was. I knew what it meant to be a Costa's wife, I was the daughter of Karlos Ramano. the ramanos and the Costas were two of the largest and most powerful mafias in all of New England. but it didn't prepare me for the next 3 years of the roller coaster mess of a marriage i was now trapped in. some days were better than most. the beatings only happened every few weeks or so. but when Dylan was on a trip, I knew what happened when he came home. some trips i could seduce my way out of a beating other trips, I wasn't so lucky.

In my previous life, my mafia husband conspired with his mistress to let me burn alive. I never expected God to give me the chance to live again. This time, I would make the complete opposite choice. I would escape far away and live well. "Mr. Marino said no one from the Moretti family is welcome at his celebratory party." I looked at the burly bodyguard in front of me. His hand rested on the gun holster at his waist, his tone dripping with obvious contempt.

… On a distant island in the Central Ocean region, I held Lorenzo’s hand while we took a stroll on the beach. The sun shone on my face. It was warm and bright. I never once thought about Damian. Only the weak felt regret among the mafia. The strong looked only to the future. As for me, I had long since become the queen of my own life. [The End.]