Romans & histoires Escaping My Mafia Husband

But when he turned to me, his face a mask of guilt and indecision, I wasn't surprised. It had been this way ever since Livia got pregnant, hadn't it? He finally looked at me, his expression a mask of guilt. "Alessia… she needs me. The baby comes first. Everything else has to wait." I saw Livia's triumphant smirk over his shoulder. "Fine," I said, the word barely a whisper. From now on, she can be your real wife. "Get the car ready," I told the guard beside me. With two bodyguards and a skydiving instructor, I was driven by the family chauffeur to the airport, where we boarded a small private plane and flew toward the skydiving base in the mountains.

As I try to free myself from their grip my body starts to feel weaker and weaker until I faint. ************* (Dimitri P.O.V.) I sigh exhausted. I still can’t believe everything that has happened in just a few hours. Tatiana came back, I almost lost my wife who was escaping to who-knows-where behind my back due to my mother’s lies, and then I found out that Tatiana betrayed me with the son of Alessandro Esposito who is now the new head of the Italian mafia. I can’t believe I was so blind that I never realized my girlfriend was having an affair with Vincent Esposito. I feel like a fool, but I don’t have time to dwell on it, I have to find her as soon as possible. We have been looking for Tati

The events of the last day come back to her. She was released from jail, her mother died, her ex husband and her step sister are engaged and Scarlett is now… “Shit!” She gasps and looks around for Ryder. She’s no longer a prisoner but is the wife of the country’s most ruthless mafia lord! “Did he not return home?” she wonders out loud. The other side of the bed doesn’t look as if it’s been slept in. There’s no sign of him anywhere. Scarlett gets off the bed and explores her surroundings. The sunlight is brightly shining through the large glass windows. There’s a cozy balcony attached to the room which Scarlett didn’t notice the night before. She steps into the balcony and is mesmerized by th

I don't need the money, but I need the influence over everyone who has control in this city. "I was kidnapped by a mafia; my future husband was killed by him, and I was forced to become his wife. I refused and wanted to leave him. He allowed me to get away from him, but if I was caught by his people, then I would have to marry him." He drank after swallowing the food in his mouth. I wanted to feed him again, but he refused. "Wait a minute, what is the name of that mafia?" "Zyo," "Ignazyous Luca Ortechza?" he said in disbelief, and I shrugged my shoulders.

I guess I couldn’t be all that surprised when I was the one who had abandoned her. “Are you scared our father will find out about your being here, or are you scared your husband's secrets will be out and he will be defeated in the war. Don’t pretend you care about me. All you care about is your bastard child and your murderer of a husband.” “Who knew the woman who escaped from the mafia would end up marrying the Pakhan of the Bratva? I have to admit, I thought you would remain a nun forever, Liv.” She was being sarcastic and taking jabs at me. I didn’t think I would ever end up with a man in the mafia, and yet I had married one. Some would call me a hypocrite, but I wouldn’t be me if I liste

My husband is the Don of the New York East Coast. For a decade, I played the role of the perfect Trophy Wife, raising his heir and managing his household. I believed we were unbreakable. Until Gina, that low-level associate, showed up. She was trash from the gutter, disregarding every protocol we lived by. Yet Marco defended her. "Elena, you have everything. She relies solely on me. You need to be the bigger person." "I hate this rabbit food!"

As if the scene I had witnessed at the hospital only hours ago—him with Sofia and their little boy—had been some grotesque hallucination instead of the truth. I looked at him and felt cold all the way through. Only a few hours earlier, he had been sitting in a pediatric clinic with another woman and their child, calmly telling a doctor I would never find out. And now here he was, standing in our house like the perfect husband, worried that I’d missed dinner. I parted my lips to answer, but the smell of fish drifting out from the dining room hit me too hard. My stomach lurched. I turned away and pressed a hand to my mouth, gagging.

"What do you want me to do? What am I supposed to do as your wife then?!" "Do whatever you can to make me happy." “I’m not a clown!” I yelled at him. "No, you're not a clown but my wife. It's a responsibility of yours to please me." Then he leaned over to kiss my forehead, slammed the door, and left me in the spacious dark room. *********** I got out of bed and made an effort to investigate the goings-on in this mysterious mansion. I have no idea what the Mafia is involved in, but in my head, they are just as nasty as any other criminal, out to get rich quickly and kill anyone who stands in their way.

He took care of me like a daughter and all I did was push him away. I sighed and zipped up my bag. 'Here goes nothing, Adam,' I said and left the house. I found a driver waiting at the exact spot I told him to and chuckled in disbelief. Adam was excited to see me. I entered the car with a smile and looked out of the window throughout the drive. The Mafia lived in a secluded estate on the hilltop. I figured it was almost impossible for someone to run away from there without getting caught. I stepped out of the car and found Adams waiting for me with four escorts.

Gianna Moskal has one mission: escape her arranged marriage to the ruthless Mafia Don, Rafael Visconti Her solution? Find a stranger, get married and make herself unavailable. Easy enough, right? After a desperate proposal at a bar in Texas, a handsome stranger agrees to marry her. By midnight, she has a marriage certificate and a newfound freedom. Until she arrives at church the following morning, ready to announce her marriage, only to watch her husband threaten her father and her father apologized saying… “Godfather…”