Escaping My Mafia Husband Novels & Stories

He was a psychopath. I laid on my bed, with his men standing outside the door. I cried bitterly, as my chest clenched tightly, with my lungs forgetting how to work. I needed to escape this Hell hole, find the location of the safe house where he kept my boys, and I needed to act fast. I jerked back to reality when the door creaked open. Shivers ran down my spine as I looked up to see who it was- My ruthless mafia husband, Gustavo. “Who do you think you are to walk around freely in my mansion?” Gustavo Sneered at me, before sitting beside the bed. The bed which was meant for a happy matrimony, only reminded me of the countless times I was molested by this monster.

- As. — I also took a shot in the shoulder to get him to say yes. I won't accept a "no". — I get closer and look him straight in the eye. — My husband disappeared... I joined the mafia for him, I wanted to be free... free... — I laugh... — I wasn't. I trapped myself in this world for him. — I say without another smile. — And what I did to you today, I will do to anyone who refuses to do what I know is necessary to get you back. I'll do anything... but I'm a nice person. — I touch his face and take the dagger from the armchair. — Say "yes" and I'll come out as your ally; Say "no" and I'll make you great slut food. Simple... — I play with the dagger in my hand and look at Caccini. —What do you

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?"

“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…”

" 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.