Escaping My Mafia Husband Novels & Stories

"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.

Free, liberal, wild and unrestricted. Darryl smoked a cigar, legs crossed comfortably, one hand resting on the arm of the chair behind Regina. He and Kane were continuing the story they were talking about. Regina didn't understand much, but she vaguely guessed that he and his mafia gang had just made a surprise attack on another mafia group's lair. Perhaps the one being ambushed was the mafia group that broke into Darryl's mansion the night before.

He was about to punch me when he stopped and became pale and weaker. The knife I used was small but, it had a deadly poison. "Goodbye, dog of a mafia org." I'm a killer, yeah, I'm not just an ordinary model. I hate Mafia the most. I love killing them. ------- "Wifey, awake, awake!" I woke up when Warren jumped on our bed. "What's the matter Warren?" I asked sleepily. He lay down next to me and moved his foot. "You have a male visitor. His name is Yuhan." He said while pouting.

He gazed at me with adoration as he added, “She accepted me. We married, and you blessed us all within a year. I kept running my mafia with her beside me since she was a brilliant leader. But one day, we were attacked.” His jaw clenched, and his knuckles whitened. He took a deep breath and said, “That was the most heinous attack on any mafia family ever. We were attacked at our home, and they slaughtered my people one by one. Since I was stretched thin, I urged your mother to hide in the safe room in our bedroom. Without our knowledge, an enemy gang member entered the room and shot your mother. It was too late by the time I got to her. The bullet had penetrated her lung and was lodged near h

It’s unsettling, and my curiosity threatens to drag me down the wrong rabbit hole, but I force myself back to what matters. Hours later, I’ve narrowed it down to two possible ways to get away from my mafia husband. The first: the police. If I run to them, they’ll smuggle me out of the country to safety. I don’t want to get Aleksei in trouble, but unless I take that drastic step, there’s no way out.

I knew he only said it because I looked so much like Riley, but I chose to believe him anyway. On the first day of our marriage, he told me that to escape the bloody underworld, his accounts had to be frozen. He couldn't touch a cent of the family's dirty money. I was so in love with him, I never cared about his status as a mafia heir. Starting over was fine. As long as it was with him, I was willing to do anything. So during what he called his "downfall," I lived in a basement, ate stale bread, washed clothes for mobsters in the dead of winter, and gave birth to Luca in a back-alley clinic.

I was quiet, I understood and yet I was not the one that was lost at the age of eight, struggling to survive and then picked up by some random strangers, raised and then sold into a contract marriage to a devilish Mafia king only to be betrayed by someone you love. “Let's go." I said to him and he smiled. “Thank you." He told me stretching out his hand, I took it and he opened the door for me to walk through. " We'll ride in my car." He said leading me to his sleek black car. *** “You don't need to stand there and watch over me, I'm fine I won't commit suicide." I joked but the joke didn't sit well with Wave, it made him angerier and took him on edge.