His Temptation: Mafia's Sweet Wife Novels & Stories

“Every night, I lie awake and reminisce about the good times we spent together and how we’d be married now if I hadn’t been so stupid.” His eyes were brimming with unshed tears but I wasn’t fazed. I’d seen all of these before. The lies, the deceit, the gaslighting. I knew John more than he realized. “I’m sorry but I can’t help you. You made your choice and you should deal with it.” “I’ve made my choice quite alright, Talia. When I’m done taking enough money from my mafia to start a new life for myself—for a new family. I’m coming to get you because we’re soulmates and we belong together.”

“She wanted to stay with me for the rest of her life. She saw a future with me.” My voice cracked, as I became completely numb and hollow inside. “I was so sure of it…” 22 ADRIAN “Maybe it just became too much for her to handle. The thought of being with a mafia man,” Matteo murmured. “I mean, seriously Adrian? Did you really think it was ever going to work? That a simple bar waitress was going to pick up and leave everything behind… For an Italian fucking Capo? Our world, everything we know… It’s completely different from hers.”

Thank you for leaving me with nothing but gratitude for listening to this broken soul. I touched his grave as my teardrop started to fall. I can't imagine this is already happened. He sacrifice his life for us. For me. For Yvelle. "Thank you for saving us, Eros. You will be forever in our hearts, in Yvelle, in me..... Look," I raised my left hand for him to see my diamond ring even though I know he can't. "I'm now the Wife of a Merciless Mafia."

Jasmine noticed that Kiara’s attention was drifting. She took the opportunity, grabbed Kiara’s leg, and made her fall. Jasmine hadn’t received any combat training, but she knew how to act smartly. As Kiara fell, Jasmine grabbed the pistol from her hand. “You… you can’t kill me!” Kiara warned her in fear. Jasmine rebuked her, “When you can think of ending my world, then I can take your life too. I am now the wife of Mafia King Eric Varghese.”

My hands do not extend to touch anyone as if they have some censors in them and know that they are not her. Everything in my body craves her but she is not here to help my craving. So, I suffer. I do what she wanted me to do. I live with my misery. I put the facade of being fine and angry at her dor betrayal. While in truth, I am just angry at her for leaving. She left me. She fixed ever in me just to break it again the way she likes. "Because you have fucked the half population of females in Italy by now." Lucas retorted. He looks pissed. He is always pissed now a days. He even looks exhausted, maybe he is, because he handles everything after me.

I saw his ogling at my breast, yes this wasn't planned, but for about five minutes his eyes were glued there. I felt incredibly offended and still angry at myself for gushing over his good looks, the man was unnecessarily rude and harsh. "I don't know what you're talking about," I said, as my voice weakened, my confidence level was at an all-time low now. "You want to be a nanny?" He said and finished with a laugh, I sensed the sarcasm and the underlined insult. "Is it that the excuse you used to try and execute your pathetic excuse of a lure? You wanted to tempt me in, lure me in, nice, I'll give you a two out of ten, maybe an E for effort.'

Jacopo and Alessandro had to have done something to them, and I couldn't find it in me to care what that was. "You know," Luca grunted as we lifted opposite ends of a beautiful, antique armoire, "I still can't believe you're banging a mafia boss. Does that make you queen of the mafia? I have so many questions." I rolled my eyes at Luca's crude language. "I'm not 'banging' anyone. And being with Jacopo doesn't make me queen of anything. It's not like that." "Sure, sure," he said, winking at me. "But you have to admit, it's kind of hot. The forbidden romance between the mafia prince and the outsider."

A strange man calls her, demanding to meet his ‘son’ and get his ‘wife’ back. The Random stranger is none other than Dmitri Valastro, a deadly Russian mafia boss. Inna doesn't know why Dmitri is playing along with her lie, so she finds herself playing a big role in being a wife to this mysterious man. A fake wife. sneak peak of a chapter Inna Grace. ____ One secret that I learned about Moscow in those two months we have been here was that one needed to be a badass. It was a survival for the fittest, which of course was at my fingertips.

He didn't bother to look at my face, because obviously I wasn't the one he was craving. I'm just a replacement for his late wife. After teasing my skin I was already at the peak. I needed him to thrust instantly, I needed everything inside me. His manhood slid into me feeling the familiar warmth. This time it was smooth recognizing the resemblance, the fact that only him has screwed me. My enemy's son. My greatest temptation. He thrust deeper and faster, as I screamed loudly. I'm sure the whole mansion would have been turned ablaze by my voice. “I miss you, my wife,” he muttered, as he continued riding. Probably he was drunk or something was going through his head.

Undoubtedly a whole set to kill a man in love. Jack couldn't, with that temptation, from his wife, and with a fixed gaze on his center he told her, before burying his face and sucking his essence —You've killed me, he accepted defeat. After that he sank into her, and her wife laughed out loud, while her husband began to suck her intimacy, he had won her bet. She had been trying to seduce the man for a week, after what happened abroad, she had told him that it was easy to seduce him, after catching him watching a scantily clad woman flirt with him and he smiled at her in response, instead she would not give in to his temptations, nor to any man. From that moment they both started a couples ga