Novel & Cerita Forced Marriage To My Mafia Ex Boyfriend

“Tell me about it.” “Why?” Jackson raised an eyebrow and Maximo relaxed into the chair. “Who knows, I might try and stay away from her and keep fucking other random pussy I meet. Jackson sighed and drank from his wine. “The identity of her ex is still hidden from me, but he is a well-known Mafia successor, from one of the top 4 Mafia clans. She never talked to us about him, not me not Megan. But he was a beast, he took her virginity, and most times rape her all in the name of BDSM. He places an egg in her pussy and shoot it out without having to use her hand.” Maximo found himself oddly angry as he listened to all Jackson said, but he didn't interrupt.

‘I am a Victim. One dreadful night, I woke up. I was blindfolded with a tie and my hands knotted with thick rope. I was captured by a ruthless Italian-American Mafia. My father owed him a huge amount of money and he was going to get it back by breaking me into pieces until I was completely ruined. He was the deadliest, merciless and most handsome man I had ever known and I was his muse for his cruel pleasure. And in twisted ways... I got to like it. DARK MAFIA ROMANCE.

She desperately wanted to make him understand. She can’t marry him...what about her boyfriend Jackson whom she lov—likes so much?! No she can’t betray him. Neither she will marry her kidnapper ever! Who the hell he think he is to boss her around and think that she will be okay with his nonsense! “Alessandro Emilio is my name. Grandpa is industrialist and biggest mafia in Europe. Mother and father are no more. No siblings. Owner of A&E industries. Your father was my second hand. This is enough for you to know and you have to marry me for I will make sure to make yours and your parents life hell if you pull any wrong stunt.” His threat weren’t empty and she knew it. There was no way out. She

he chuckled, his eyes holding that dreamy expression that revealed how much he might have loved my mother. “That woman was stubborn as hell. As her work impressed me, I asked everyone to refrain from telling her I was the owner. The next day I asked her out, and much to my total shock, she agreed. After a few weeks of dating, I realized I was head over heels in love with your mother, but she might not accept my background. She was soon being used against me, therefore I had no choice but to tell her the truth,” he remarked. He gazed at me with adoration as he added, “She accepted me. We married, and you blessed us all within a year. I kept running my mafia with her beside me since she was a

The tears that I had once restricted when I was challenging Dante came rushing back like flood waters without restraint. I buried my face in my hands and cried bitterly. What sort of marraige was this? I never imagined my married life to be this chaotic. Father and Dante forced me into this and I agreed thinking atleast my family would be safe and I hoped for Dante to keep his own side of the peace treaty agreement but Dante was doing the opposite. I was just one of his pawns. He wanted me dead for revenge. This marraige was just a cover up for his true plans.

I lifted my hips but he kicked me back down. "Please..." I cried out. "Please? oh please. You ruined my life the moment I married you. I shouldn't have married you. Papa made me do it." He said and bent to my level. He placed his hand on both sides of my cheek and held it tightly. Next, he gripped my neck and I choked on my saliva. I couldn't breathe properly. "Lo...Lo...Enzo..." "Look at me." He demanded. I did as he said. I looked into his deep, blue hair. There was no doubt he was handsome only if people knew the type of man he is in secret. What was I expecting? I got married to the most dangerous mafia in the world.

"But for the physical pleasure he could get any girl..more beautiful, more experienced…..why you? Moreover it's impossible for a person to act in front of the one with whom he is staying 24 hours….all the time. So stop speaking like a moron." My heart said. "You guys are morons...remember he is a mafia...he can do anything to get what he wants...remember he married you by kidnapping you...how can you forget that?" My mind said. Yes...it's true. He married me forcefully . Moreover he kidnapped me ...how can I forget that? Because of him I couldn't contact my parents...my sister. He forced me to marry him despite knowing the fact that I loved Aarush.

A smile formed on his lips. “Surprise... it didn’t hurt,” he grinned. Onora’s eyes widened. She tried to run, but he caught her, spun her around, and slammed her against the wall. His grip locked tightly around her wrists, pinning her there. She whimpered. “You punched me, and you must pay.” Pay? “Your husband didn’t tell you? Mafia don’t do free. You can’t punch me for free,” he smirked. Mafia. Her husband was a mafia. She had read many stories about them—dangerous men who manipulated others to get what they wanted.

“That’s out of your reach, poor Mila. I’ll marry you, and you will be nothing but a maid in the Castellano Mansion.” Then stared at my body with a dirty look and added, “And a slave in my bed.” I spat on him, but he took me by surprise when he suddenly lifted my hands above my head, slammed my back against the wall so I winced from the sudden pain, and crashed his lips onto mine. I tried to push him. To defend myself. Even though I’d taken several self-defence lessons in Italy to protect my son and myself, this man was one of the strongest men in the mafia world. He lived and breathed blood and fight. Just like my foster brothers.

He would dictate when I was touched, how I was touched, and I would have no right to refuse. No safe words. No questions. Just obedience. Total, unquestioning obedience. I would be his plaything, molded by his desires, trained to respond only to him. And if I dared resist, he would break me until I learned how to kneel. In exchange, he’d erase every debt my father owed, and offer me protection. But I would be owned by him forever. He wanted to make me his personal whore for life. This contract was written like I was just property. What sick lawyer drew this up? I was certain this wasn’t even legal. But I guess in the mafia world, anything was.