Novel & Cerita Escaping My Mafia Husband

I twisted and turned in my bed feeling restless because I couldn't sleep not after what happened today. I have to do something, but I definitely can't escape, at least not right now. I can't even connect with Eva since today's event. I shivered at the thought of what must be happening at her house because her husband is one of the fierce mafia of New York City who won't think for a second before slaughtering anyone, but she's an exception to that. She is his wife.

“Father was weak, vulnerable. That must have been when that son of a bitch started conniving.” l paid attention to his words, searching for a part that suggested that he was lying. Such was our family, trust wasn't exactly a thing, but manipulation was. “You still haven't told me how you escaped.” He let out an audible breath. “I was out of town, closing a deal with the Martinez's Widow. I left the mansion with some of the men, before I got back…” his words trailed off as his lips trembled slightly. An act, or genuine pain? I wondered.

The underworld of Chicago’s Italian power was alive again, breathing, plotting. And then she heard it. A laugh. Female. Familiar in a way that sent her pulse skittering. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, her eyes found her husband first. Adriano stood near the fireplace, a drink in hand, that cold composure etched into every angle of his face. But beside him— She froze. The woman was tall, elegant, with dark auburn hair cascading down her back and lips curved in a smile too perfect, too knowing.

"Oh, Georgina, you married a mafia man. They will force you, but you have to give in. It’s better to just give into what they want-” “What? No! He didn't force me. It was consensual—whatever happened," I explain, trying to comprehend his point. "Okay, good. So he was pleased and not upset, right? Good, we need to make sure that he is always happy with us," he says, holding my hand again, and I feel sick to my stomach. Quickly, I get up from the couch, maintaining distance, trying to understand what is happening in front of my eyes. This has to be a dream.

Forcing me into marriage was the only way they could secure that shield, a brutal transaction that completely disregarded my own desires. And now? Now that Daniel has what he wanted – my father's restored and ruthlessly taken-over Mafia empire – suddenly, his eyes are fixed on Laura. It's sickeningly clear. I was just a means to an end, a temporary pawn in his power game. I watched in stunned silence as Daniel rushed towards laura, his face alight with excitement. "Laura! Oh my god, I didn't know you were coming!" he exclaimed, sweeping her into a tight hug.

A few days later... Marie walked into her mansion feeling uncertain after parking her car in the garage. Her memories of what happened a few days ago at her extended family's house still felt like yesterday. It was hard for her to accept the fact that all this time, her husband had been hiding the fact about his identity as the head of the mafia. Also, the fact that her husband decided to kill all of her extended family, leaving only her father, Uncle Charles, and Cecilia.

HIS SECRET WIFE: (MARRIAGE OF CONVIENCE MAFIA ROMANCE) Tropes: Forced promiximity, Plus size FMC, Mafia, Sweet mafia romance, marriage of convience, Brandy: My husband is disgusted and ashamed of me. Everyone laughed when I walked down the aisle. We were forced to marry and all he wants to do is get rid of me. His family resorted to starving me for days so I could lose weight. Once again, I am alone. I just need to keep my head down and stay out of his way.

Marciano’s hand suddenly tightens around her waist, pulling her back against him, deliberately, his gaze never leaving mine. “Did you need something?” he asks, his voice calm, bored…like I’m an interruption. For a moment, everything slows around me. I never expected him to defend me, but to publicly disregard me like this? Earlier today, Marina had told me about how keeping up appearances is important not just for their family but for the mafia as a whole, and that’s why no one ever gets a divorce…yet my husband— As if things can’t get any worse, the atmosphere grows heavy and claustrophobic, as the stares of everyone closes in on me. My ears ring, my lungs close up and I suddenly can’t brea

Then: “Elena, where are you? Are you okay?” “We’re alive. Barely,” I said. “Alessandro was shot. I— I’ve done things, Dad. I’ve had to... I just—” “You’re safe?” he interrupted. “Yes, for now. But we need to know what the hell is going on. Someone sent the Mafia to kill Alessandro. We were ambushed. Nearly died. I need answers. I need—” “Elena,” he said softly. “I’ll take care of it. Just... stay hidden. Don’t move.”

He is a monster, he kills people and doesn't feel guilty for it. I sat down in the chair near the vanity. I have been here only for an hour and I have already seen a dead person, who was shot by my husband. (Eww. Calling him my husband is disgusting. ) . I try to calm myself and try to forget the incident because if I were to live here my whole life, I should get used to it. It's a part of the package if you marry a person from the mafia. And I can't change my fate, I just have to accept it.