Forced Marriage To My Mafia Ex Boyfriend Novels & Stories

he asks after a few minutes, his voice sounding as broken as mine. "All his men," I confess, defeated. "As the years passed, my body attracted them more, and Dante's mind grew even more twisted. Each time he was harsher, more morbid, more sadistic. Until one day he told me I had to help him pay off a debt—I don't know if that was real or just an excuse to justify his twisted thoughts—but that day he offered me to an unknown man. They tied me to a bed—" I close my eyes and feel the leather tearing at my wrists "—and that was the first time someone else touched me. It all happened while he watched. As he told me afterward, it was to make sure he didn't cross the line, that he didn't penetrate

She fell in love with me here and we tried to build a life far from them. I stared at him my lips parting. The room felt suddenly smaller. The walls felt like they were breathing. She ran away from a mafia family I whispered. Yes he said. They demanded she return. They threatened her. When she refused they turned their hatred to me. They said I stole her. They said I tainted her bloodline. They swore revenge and when your mother died they blamed me. My throat closed. So all these years I asked softly. The debt everything. The pain. The threats. The punishments. The fingers.

“I was the sacrificial lamb, and you keep thriving on the sale of my future, you of all people have no right to come in here and act righteous.” Silence settled on us once more. “But you know what father, I am not even mad at you, in fact, I am thankful you slapped some senses into me the day I tried to refuse this marriage, because guess what? It’s the best fucking thing that has happened to me.” His expression darkened. “Yes, I forced you to marry my friend’s son. And what did you do with that opportunity? You destroyed their family.” His voice sharpened. “Keegan is divorcing his wife because of you. And his other son, the one you ruined, is in rehab.”

I know you are into this too but not like he is, he enjoys hurting her. ‘What the fuck is she doing with a pervert like him?’ Caleb demanded and Anthony explained, ‘She did not know, he hid it, wined and dined her, even took her to the National, she was on the rebound from you and very vulnerable. The real Marco did not make an appearance until he got her to Sicily. When she discovered what he was truly like she tried to escape but he practically owned the whole island. The police, the Authorities, and even the port are all in his pay so she is trapped there. The first time she ran away she was caught on the ferry heading for the mainland, they brought her back and handed her over to him. He

“Well, the story isn’t entirely complete as you can see, your father left my mum and she wasn’t able to find him for many years, he just disappeared and she felt enraged.” I grab Alcantara by the hand and pull her towards me. “Do you think that you are the only one who doesn’t want this marriage? I don’t want any of this. too” I lie. “But I don’t want blood on my hands and I like you, I fucking do and I don’t know why, so I wouldn’t force you to do anything against your will” She claps back on my statement. “You and your mother are already forcing me against my will! Plus, what do you mean by you like me? You don’t even know me?”

He tricked me into believing that. My Ex gave me a nasty smile as he said, glancing at the empty crate then at my face, "You almost had your way Anna. You would have taken the drugs to your lover if you had tried this move with me one month ago, but the heaven had a different plan that's why they kept you away until my brain was filled with all the knowledge I needed about you and that asshole Mafia boyfriend of yours." "Mafia boyfriend?" I smiled, understanding what was going on here.

“She’s the bride of that bastard Lucas. They were getting married when we arrived." Before she can respond, my right hand—Bruno walks in. "Boss, I sent the gang to their family house. We plundered, burned three of their shops and smashed everything in sight." "Bueno." I nod. "Salvador, why is that woman here?" Mama Doza refers back to her question. Nathan and Diego stroll in—they are my brothers, the first and the third. "We just saw a woman—" Nathan starts. "Boss married her." Bruno reports, not without chuckling.

And it wasn’t a kiss. It was a threat wrapped in silk. He kissed like he was claiming something—something he thought already belonged to him. I broke free with a gasp, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “You’re insane.” “Wow,” a cool voice rang behind us. Feminine. Bored. “The love story of a journalist and a mafia lord. Incredible. Someone should write a book.” We both turned at the same time. I froze. Adrian’s jaw tightened.

The man I had once given everything to. The old Sera would have melted. She would have cried and fallen into his arms and said yes. But that woman was gone. I pulled my hand free. Gently but firmly. "I'm sorry," I said. "I don't love you anymore." "I have work to do. Excuse me." I picked up my bag and stood. Felix followed me out of the coffee shop. He grabbed me from behind and held me close, his arms wrapped around my waist. "Sera. I love you. I really do."

Just nods and leaves as silently as she came. Trisha leans forward, grinning. “Okay, so I need all the deets.” “There’s nothing to tell,” I say, keeping my voice light. “It was an alliance. Arranged. No meet-cute.” “You’re no fun,” she groans. “So this is what dirty money gets you?” She gestures at the room, joking. I glance at Dante’s men. Their faces are stone. Trisha doesn’t notice. “Honestly, where do I sign up for the mafia? This dirty money business is starting to sound interesting.”