Escaping My Mafia Husband の小説・ストーリー

"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.

"Fix a meeting... I myself will talk to her, you useless fuckers can't even do one simple thing..." He scolded everyone. Sarah grabbed the golden opportunity and escaped from there. She went to the washroom and sighed in relief, she didn't wanted to face him. ****** Sarah was in her office resting on the chair. 'damn that was close...' She sighed. She still has no idea why she has a strong urge to hide herself from her own husband. May be because he is one of the most feared mafia don and she has seen him killing a man or maybe she is afraid of how he will react or treat her after seeing her. Plus she didn't wanted to come in his radar. Sarah was planning to get out of this marriage as soon

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.

But three years ago, on that rainy night, she had been pale with fear but still found the courage to take him home, covered in blood. As he drifted in and out of consciousness, he saw her crying over his wounds and knew, with perfect clarity, that she still loved him. So, marry her. It was a way to repay her kindness, and… a way to finally cut Angelina out of his heart for good. A Mafia marriage came with endless complications. To avoid them, he suggested they keep it a secret. He didn't know then that it would become the biggest regret of his life. For three years after they were married, he stopped contacting Angelina.

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.

After my sister died, I signed a five-year contract marriage with her mafia husband, paying my family's blood debt in her place. I poured five years of my life into the Falcone family, and all I got was a husband who only wanted me for his bed and a child who saw me as his enemy. It was time to let go. "Christine, are you certain you want to leave the family?" Don Corrado asked me in his private study, his commanding voice echoing off the walnut-paneled walls.

plans to action. 'Oh!' I exclaimed when he suddenly pulled me back, rolled us over and pinned me back in the bed. His legs carefully entwined with mine as his hand held my waist down in a way I couldn't make any single movement. What was I doing thinking I could escape from a highly trained mafia, I'm so dumb. 'Mmm,' he moaned, putting his face at the junction between my neck and shoulder. 'Where are you going?' 'To get something to eat.'

And nope, she wouldn’t be dropping the fact that they just murdered someone. “No, but others do” Xavier answered still watching her like she would be trying to escape in any moment from now, he was right too, she would be escaping, just not in the way he thought. “It’s alright, everything is fine, you are a Mafia Leader, I’m your wife, you are familiar with drugs, guns… your fellow Mafia… groups traffic women, you kill people. It’s fine” she said and the next thing she was falling into a pit of darkness, escaping reality. She had just fainted and she wasn’t sure she ever wanted to wake up.