Escaping My Mafia Husband Novels & Stories

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."

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 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

SIERRA Fall in love? With him? I wanna throw up! This won't do. I need to create a plan to escape this hell before falling into his delusions! I have to save myself before my life turns upside down and is ruined by that goddamn mafia. I waited until the mansion was quiet. Not silent because this place never slept, but quiet enough that the guards were probably playing poker and the butlers were pretending not to hear things they shouldn’t. I slipped out of my ridiculous wing, wearing black leggings I had stolen from the closet and a hoodie that smelled suspiciously like my monster husband. I hated that it was warm.

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!"

The child fussed for a moment, then quieted, pressing his face against Luca’s chest with the easy trust of someone who knew that place well. I stared at the screen, feeling as though something had been carved out of my chest, leaving nothing behind but cold air. So that was the emergency at the casino. So that was why he wanted me to go ahead to Emerald Isle without him. It was never about business. It was about another woman and their child. I slowly locked the screen and let out a breath. Last night, some part of me had still wondered whether today might at least be a clean ending. But even that small shred of dignity had been too much to expect from Luca.

"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.