Escaping My Mafia Husband Novels & Stories

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.]

Maria was having her lunch when I came out of the bathroom. She got a call and informed me about her departure back home. I got annoyed and asked why she needed to go. Apparently her dumb husband was returning to the city tonight and she needed to be at home to avoid any suspicions. I groaned also realizing how I needed to be at the party tonight to celebrate my one year sham of a marriage anniversary. She got up and was hurriedly heading towards the bathroom when I grabbed her pulling her towards me. I looked deep into her light brown eyes and told her. “Things won't be like this forever my queen. I swear to make you mine not secretly but publicly and officially. Once my father steps down a

I'll handle it" " I know but I would appreciate if you would tell me everything" " Why? You're not a Mafia" " I know however you can't deny the fact that I'm a Mafia's husband. At least, I need to have your back and make sure you're safe" " No thanks. I'm fine and will always be fine. Call in the maid" I grabbed the towel and left for the closet.

"You have all day to think just like you planned the escape and flew to another country without caring about anything. I'm sure you can find any solution to this situation, right wifey?" Mocking, he left her tied to his bed without a forehead kiss. Her heart squeezed in painfully when he did that. She couldn't believe he was being this cruel, but she knew better who her husband was. She can't fool herself, knowing very well that her husband is some ruthless mafia of New York City. One thing was sure, she had never seen him this cruel to her and it was breaking her heart. She had only witnessed his cruelty when he wanted to avenge his brother.

To end the war between the Marinos and the Valentes, I married Theodore Valente, the first love I'd once walked out on. On our wedding night, that proud, untouchable man held me and wept. Night after night, his broad frame covered mine as he made love to me. Theodore's sweet whispers made me blush, and a secret thrill went through me. Maybe he still loved me after all. But then the man I thought loved me did the unthinkable. He shot my father in the head, right in front of me. He put cement shoes on my brother and sent him to the bottom of the sea. He had my mother and sister shaved bald, then handed them over to his bodyguards to abuse however they pleased. By the time I escaped to save t

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I made a phone call. "Help me erase every record of who I am. I want to disappear so no one can ever find me." My friend on the other end of the line was stunned. "Vivian, are you sure? You nearly died at your wedding to the Don. And your parents, in that fire... "And all of Chicago knows how much the Don adores you. You've been married for seven years. You're really just going to walk away?" I clenched my fist and took a deep breath. "Yes." "Why?" I looked down. A small bottle of massage oil sat on the desk. For seven years, Vincenzo had Bulgarian white-rose oil flown in every day to soften the burn scars on my body. Every night, he massaged it into my sk

I played the role of the perfect husband: intelligent, involved, but never overstepping. At 8:20, Madeline checked her watch. "Darling, I need to step out for a bit. A partner is downstairs, have to discuss some business. I'll be back in half an hour." "Of course," I smiled. "I'll be here." A few minutes later, I excused myself to the restroom, stepped out of the hall, and called her. She answered on the third ring. "Hey, baby. What's up?" Madeline's voice sounded a little rushed.

“For how long?” “As long as it takes,” I said. My gaze drifted to the shop’s window, where morning light brushed the glass, casting harmless patterns on the floor. “We secure the perimeter here. Keep every corner under watch. And while he runs after shadows, I’ll prepare for Carlos Moretti’s stupidity.” Nikolai shifted closer, lowering his voice. “And you, señora? What will you do?” I allowed myself a quiet exhale. “I’ll end my little runaway,” I said evenly, “and walk back into the Lucchese estate as if nothing happened. To greet my husband, smiling, like the innocent wife he married.”