Romans & histoires Escaping My Mafia Husband

he said, and like clockwork, the door was opened, and I got out of the car. I watched as my husband drove off into the distance and stared back at the house, determined to one day escape the clutches of this mafia don.

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.”

After I was kidnapped by my Family’s enemies, I was left with severe PTSD. I couldn’t stand the noise of intense sound. On our wedding day, my husband, the Mafia Don Andre, swore before God that he would create a world of silence for me. For five years, he never wore any device that made a sound. He even ordered that no gunshots were to be heard anywhere in Sicily, losing several major deals because of it. Until my best friend Alice returned to Sicily and openly played rock music inside the estate. The terror of being kidnapped came rushing back. I crawled onto the floor, begging and apologizing over and over. Tears mixed with the blood running down my face as I kept hitting my head against

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?"

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

" 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. They strictly forbade me from loving Rosella, refused to let her have my child, and even wanted her dead. Later, Giorgia knelt in front of me and begged, claiming she had loved me for years. She swore she didn't want titles and just wanted to give me an heir, and once the baby was born, she would help Rosella and me escape. They had backed me so far into a corner that I had no choice but to give in. But their greed grew. After Ariana was born, they decided a daughter wasn't enough and demanded a son. Ste

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.

Fear flashed in her eyes, and I savored it. “I saw your message,” I whispered. “but I felt bad because It went to the wrong audience. I wanted a billboard.” “Welcome home, child,” she smirked. “You can assist in the meal section.” I scoffed in irritation. “Not when I’m your husband’s meal.” Her rage ignited. “I’ve been in this mafia game a long time!” she hissed. “Always the wife. Never second choice and right now? it's a shame to realise my own daughter keeps disappointing me."