Escaping My Mafia Husband Novels & Stories

"Staying with you is the contract. And I love the contract because you're obliged to keep me close." "I would do that without the contract. I would keep you so so close..." I trailed off and closed our distance for a chaste kiss. As we parted, I gave her lip a little bit. "Because you know what they say, keep your friends close and your enemies closer." Her face changed. She must've expected me to let this slide. Unfortunately, the mafia was heavily embarrassed today and someone must pay. "Who are those people, my dear wife?" I asked with a sardonic smile. "You let our last witness escape so it's only right that you replace him, yes?"

It knows when to brace, when to stay quiet, when to stop hoping it’ll be different this time. Because it’s never is.. I know how many times have prayed for that to happen but it doesn’t and even when it does, it ends up being a fucking trick where he pretends to change and beats me even more. And yes escape is always the first thing that crosses your mind in situations like this, but when you marry into the most well connected and wealthiest family in the world there’s no fucking escape. Especially for a marriage that’s written and paid in blood. Leaving a marriage in the mafia isn’t the same as any typical divorce, there are no lawyers, no signed papers, no clean exits guaranteed. There’s n

She cussed as she pushed him away gently, “You know why I’ve been crying, cause you won’t let me go!!” “I’m sorry I can’t,” he shrugged lightly, “You agreed to marry me did you not?” She hissed, Alex Maldov was a cunning man who knew his way with words, “I’m too tired for this. Please go away.” “Away?” His brows furrowed, “I’m in our bedroom. We’re husband and wife.” “You’re a bad man.” She snapped, “I want nothing to do with a maf— “Mafia??”. Alex chuckled, “I am a business man.”

Her mission, her daughter's safety, and her own survival depended on the secrecy of her actions. As they continued to dine, the room's warm lighting cast Marcelo's face in an alluring glow. The charismatic criminal mastermind, once her husband, retained his charm and commanding presence. But as Georgina's attention remained fixated on Agent Gabriel, the façade was shattered, revealing the profound complexity of their shared history. When the meal came to an end, Marcelo pushed his plate aside with the enthusiasm of a child about to embark on an adventure. He rose from his seat and extended a hand to Georgina. "Let’s go upstairs to continue this evening's festivities upstairs?"

“Miss Jane, I know you had no choice but to choose me. If you don’t want to get pregnant, I won’t force you.” I froze instantly. Why was Marcus acting differently from our previous life? Subconsciously, I turned around, only to accidentally crash into his chest. The scent of cedarwood mixed with leather surrounded me, cold and clean. I quickly looked up at him and spoke seriously, word by word. “Marcus, I chose you willingly. I’ll take responsibility as your wife. We’re family now, and I hope we can get along well.” A slight ripple passed through his eyes. “Alright. I’ll be a good husband, too. But there’s a secret I need to tell you…”

Giorgia begged through her tears. Every single person in front of me was trying to trap me with different excuses. They forced me to stay with a woman I didn't love and raise children born out of a mission, enduring a marriage I never wanted. "You people have killed me once," I said, my voice trembling with rage. "I never wanted to sleep with her in the first place. You drugged me, and that's how everything turned out this way. "And I never wanted the children either." Back then, Papa and Mamma begged and told me that a marriage alliance with the Vitali famiglia was the only way to elevate our power, even if it only meant Giorgia giving birth to an heir.

"I don’t know what plans you have but be very careful. I don’t want you going back in there" “That’s not happening again” “Did you take the girl?” I hesitated. Mother wasn’t fond of my way of handling things. “Yes” “Damn you Dimitrov” There was a scuffle in the background for a few seconds. "Brother!" Vivian's voice came through sharp and familiar. "I’m just learning that you escaped only to go after that girl. The same one who had you thrown in jail. Do you men think with anything other than your dicks” "Stay out of my damn business"

Tears streaked her face as she stared at the man bleeding out beside her. "He’s a monster," she choked out. "He’s… he’s a Mafia boss. That’s why I didn’t want to marry him! I was terrified!" The world tilted. My stomach twisted violently as nausea clawed up my throat. Kael Visconti. The man who had just executed someone in cold blood. The man who had promised to help me escape Austin. The man I had run to for protection. He wasn’t my savior. He was something far, far worse.

A slight curve appeared on his lips and he replied: “Of course.” Why did I bother to ask this person? Of course, he already checked all of my records. After all, he was the mafia king of this city. Well, at first I didn’t know that my girlfriend’s father was a mafia king but after our last meeting I checked on him and if I said I was not shocked to know his identity then it’ll be the biggest lie. I was very scared but I will not step back. I love Isabella. I’ll not leave her and I’ll make sure this mafia king will accept me.

, Yvonne came forward cupping my face. "Is that why you tried to hide your bruises under this makeup?", she touched my neck. "Ssshh please don't say that aloud. Please mom, mitchell, you guys need to get out of here and go far away. Don't come back. Don't think about me. Don't contact me", I cried. "Whatt? But why? I just want my daughter back!", Mom shouted as I joined my hands together begging her. "Pleasee mom! I am married to him now! He is a Mafia! He will kill you both"