Novelas y relatos de Forced Marriage To My Mafia Ex Boyfriend

The sea breeze blew strands of hair across half my face. “I’m sorry, everyone. The wedding has been canceled. The reason is simple. Zach never wanted to marry me. The Godmother’s mark he wanted is on another woman’s hand. The name he crossed out in his wedding vows belonged to someone else. I just happened to be standing in that place, and happened to stay the longest.” The screen went black. Zach immediately pulled out his phone and called me. My phone was off. Every message he sent came back with a red exclamation mark, indicating it could not go through.

“No one in the mafia is innocent. Not even the children. They’re all tainted from the womb. They’ve done worse, believe me.” “After you frame them, then what?” “A few genocides here and there, and we plant enough evidence and motive to frame the mafia as enemies of the continent, not just the country,” he said. “They won’t have the public support this time.” Her face paled. “What?” “Solid plan, right? We’ve tried it once with one special person, but she escaped death. All our previous plans to bring us together have failed so far.” Her glass fell, and she took a step back. “But this one will work,” he continued. “Because I have the ‘Queen of the Underworld’ right in front of me.”

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.

Five years. That’s how long it's been since my ex, Nico Falcone, broke our engagement and my family kicked me out. The next time I see him, he's married to my cousin, Bianca Rossi. He grabs my hand in secret, offering to keep me as his mistress. He has no idea I’m about to marry the most powerful Don of all: Lucas Moretti. Five years, and I’m back at the New York mafia’s annual charity gala. “Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. The Rossi family’s disgraced little artist?”

This is a mafia club. We stopped in a open area near the center, where clusters of men gathered around low tables, drinks in hand. Their conversations paused as I was deposited on a velvet chaise like merchandise on display. "Look what wandered in from the cold." They circled. Vultures scenting weakness. "God, look at her. Face like a virgin saint. But that dress..." He let out a low whistle. "That dress says she's begging for it." "I'm not—" I tried to push myself upright, but my arms shook. "Please, this is a mistake. I was drugged. My boyfriend left me here—I don't know why—"

"I just want you to be okay. Do you know that the people close to me always have to live in fear?" "Trust me, I'll be fine. Besides, not many people know about our marriage." Kanaya stood on tiptoe so she could reach Lucas's neck and wrap her arms around him. "Are you trying to seduce me?" Kanaya shook her head slowly, biting her lower lip sensually. "You win, but accept my punishment." Lucas lifted Kanaya's body, now with both of Kanaya's legs wrapped around Lucas' waist. "I accept your punishment, my Mafia Lord," whispered Kanaya, who then received a slightly rough kiss from Lucas.

My own words making me stagger. “A few drinks to clear my head before I get sold off to the man who murdered his first wife. Isn't a few drinks a good bet?” I was enraged at this point, my voice lashed out and suppressed his. In a day, I had learnt of my arranged married to Dante, a notorious mafia enforcer, with records of rape, pedophilia and murder. He even murdered his wife. In a day my boyfriend of two years tried to rape me. In a day I met someone who tried to kill my boyfriend and I didn't understand why, but felt safe around him as though I was hypnotized or charmed. How much worse can this day get? Warm tears flowed down my face as I stormed off the living area to my room. Crashing

The long-term confinement and terror eventually drove her completely insane. Now, all she does is scribble on the walls, muttering, "I'm the Godfather's wife," a complete, raving lunatic. My father and stepmother, after being stripped of everything and kicked out of Chicago, quickly burned through what little they had left. They ended up on the streets, begging for scraps. Sometimes I think, this must be what they call karma. And me? With Victor's support, I returned to the world of professional racing. Two years later, in Monaco, I stood on the highest step of the podium, holding the championship trophy.

“Don’t-- don’t call me that. I am Ashley for you. And mind you, I am-- I am Ashley Smith!” “Married to Vincent? Vincent Smith? The mafia?” “Yes! and what is it to you! How sad he didn’t fuck me like you wanted--” He came closer and kept a hand on my mouth and shushed me. “I am sorry. I am sorry for everything. Please… please forgive me” I went away again. “I don’t understand how that even matters!” “Tell me, are you married?” “I…” I sighed. “I am not married but I am taken”

I scowled at him " Still you are planning to keep me in the dark. " “ I just..” He titled his head to the side. “ Okay fine. I know Amanda.” My eyes flew up. “Years ago, She was adopted by a childless couple but soon they abandoned her. Someone found her and sent her to an orphanage which was under my control. After two years, a man came to the orphanage in search of a girl. At that time I didn’t know who the man was. He began to come frequently to meet a girl and donated money. After she turned 18 years, he began to support her personally. Not recently or not early I have been following your father after I found out your father was the one who led to my family’s death. In the accident, I ca