Escaping My Mafia Husband Novels & Stories

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.

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.

I tease which made her laugh. ” I actually like you alot Alec, and I'm so happy my brother brought us such a wonderful woman.” I place my hand on hers, appreciating the words she said. “ So? yeah as you already know my past, in the beginning of our marriage i was a rebel. I fight a lot with him but every time that happens we always end up having such great sex. I still hate him but not as much as before. But his obsession and possessiveness is quite suffocating at first. I tried as many times as I could to run away from his clutch but I always ended up getting caught. My husband is a Mafia Boss and his childhood and his father’s upbringing was different from us normal civilians. In short, wh

“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.

"I'm very happy being here with you, Clara, and with Lorenzo, even though he's an a**hole at times. And I'm keeping my promise of bursting you out of here so you won't have to marry Silvano." "But you could die? What if we didn't escape? Lorenzo will kill you, and it will be my fault. I'd prefer that you were alive with Michael, no matter how strange he acts, than with me, dead." She sniffled as tears gathered in her eyes. "I'll be fine, Clara. We'll both be fine. Trust me when I say we'll escape from this place. We'll move to another city or even country with our five million each. You'll be free from the mafia life to do whatever we want. You'll see. Just have a little bit of faith." I ass

“My ex-husband is a ruthless mafia boss. I ran from him, but he’s found me. He won’t stop until I go back to him or he takes everything from me.” “What? Your ex-husband? How? I don’t understand… I’m lost,” Kate said, standing up in panic. “I can’t explain it all now,” Mia said, trying to calm her. “I’m sorry. I never wanted this. I tried to protect you all from my past, but I failed. This is why I never wanted to marry Steve in the first place.” “What about Henry?” Kate asked.

I tell him, flashing a smile at the onlookers as we swayed to the music. "They are looking for some action, you know. We are supposed to be happily married, mia moglie." The accents rolls off of his tongue as he calls me 'my wife' and directly tickles me in the core. We are going to have a problem if his accent turns me on when it appears only when he lies. "Everyone in the high society knows how arranged and business marriages work." I roll my eyes. "Trust me, these people cannot wait to have the cake and go home and gossip about how Paige Mathewson, the crazy bitch, ended up with this catch." I nod in his direction.

My mafia husband married me seven times. And seven times, he made me sign divorce papers, all to protect his childhood sweetheart, who was always getting into trouble. He'd always say it was for my own safety, and just as he always did, he'd set a date for our remarriage. He just didn't know that this time, when I handed him the divorce papers, there would be no remarriage. "Tessa's back. Sign it, Carter." I kept my expression carefully neutral as I slid the signed divorce papers across the vast mahogany desk and into his hand.

"Yes, he's my husband." "Impossible! He's a successful businessman whose face and news are always on the front page of business magazines. I myself really like him because my father works at one of Lucas' companies. You're joking, Kanaya." "I'm not joking. My husband's grandmother helped me escape from the brothel, and I ended up marrying Lucas." "You cheap woman! Not only are you cheap, you're also a skilled liar. Mr. Lucas would never marry a woman like you," Chris snapped angrily.