Italian Wife Beater Mga Nobela at Kwento

“He’s ruthless, lethal and really, really powerful. When he came into the hideout where the kidnappers had taken Ethan and I to, they had instantly dropped to their knees, that’s how much he’s feared by people.” My skin crawled as I listened to my parents talk about how dangerous the person I was going married off to was, as the hair stylist did my hair up in my bedroom. I was already dressed up in my wedding dress, and my makeup had already been done to perfection by professionals. “He’s the most powerful mafia Don ever to walk the earth. Every other mafia here in Italy knows he has the final say.” Dad continued and I felt fear clog my throat once again. “And you’re getting me married off t

An idea came into my mind and I smirked. “Ah, that must have been awful having your so-called husband cheating on you with another woman” I smirked. I wasn’t shocked when she slapped me in my face, in fact, that’s what I wanted. She layed her hand on me, more reason as to why I should harm her to the extent that it would cause another violent war between the Russian and Italian mafia families. So we could shred them into pieces and steal their equipment. “Listen here you deep shit, Leornado is mine and we’re married. We can send you back to Italy, and we both know what’s gonna happen when you do go back, I’m not the one with my daddy on my tail wanting to kill me” She sneered.

She ignored my yelling and looked at me like she has seen a ghost. "Vera, do you know who is she?" "Wife of Italian Mafia..." I did my research last night. "No! She is the soon to be queen of Italian Mafia... Wife of Dominick Moretti aka Marino who is psycho Bastard... And daughter in law of Italian Mafia king who is Lucifer himself..." Okay, she is scaring me now. "And this family rules Italy... And hates Vladimir..." "You think I don't know about it..." I sighed. "But we can't change the fact... She is Vlad's sister..."

Alexi sneered. Luca glared at Alexi furiously. Alexi looked uncomfortable but tried to maintain his composure. "If you ever disrespect my wife again, then I will kill you, Alexi" Luca warned him coldly. "Wife?" They all asked in confusion and shock. Luca is satisfied with their expression. "Yes, this is Emma Vitiello and she is my wife. Having the same first name doesn't make her Frank's daughter" Luca snapped. Frank paled hearing to this.

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

Dangerously quiet. Because everyone involved knew what that meant. Alex knew too much. Far too much. And if he reached Patricia before they did... Everything would collapse. Back inside Alison's office, Obadiah continued. "I was married." Patricia listened. Barely. Her entire body felt numb. "My wife and I were having problems." He laughed bitterly. "More problems than either of us admitted." The old man looked toward the window. Toward the dark Nakuru skyline. "Then I met a woman."

Fabiana Vitielo, the wife of Gioluca Vitielo, is one of the most influential woman in Famiglia. She and her family played a major role for the reputation of the Italian Mafia organization in America. Even though she married Gioluca without love, just for a political marriage, and Romero was not Gioluca's biological son, but she also had the power to make decisions during her husband's absence. "I didn't think Romero would go this far just because he felt threatened by Mia's existence," Gavin said as he looked at the letter.

Some girl in the back yelled, “ Preach, Queen!” “ And if your name is Salvatore Berlusconi, you better think twice baby, because your wife is wasted and she’s dragging your name to the ground with her. YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE GIVEN ME YOUR LAST NAME IF YOU DIDN’T WANT ME TO RUIN IT” The door swings open. Death walks in casually. About time.

Despite that, I could not hide the dispirited look on my face. In contrast, Miranda had returned to her optimistic self. She was so happy that she looked like she was getting married. Suddenly, I recalled how we kept staring at our marriage certificate when we got married. We wanted to announce to the world that we were finally family. She held the marriage certificate to her chest and mumbled, as though she was making a wish, “Every day from now on, we’ll be happier than we are right now. My life with you begins now, and it’s going to be great.”

Nathan answered with a shrug. “But you can afford to abandon your wife whom you just wedded yesterday? Are you listening to yourself, son? You better go back home and apologize to Rachel.” Antonio demanded, his voice booming dominance. Nathan let out a bitter chuckle, if only his father knew that Rachel only had the title of a wife and nothing more. “I have to work. Rachel can understand that.” Nathan insisted. “If I was a woman, I don’t think I would be able to understand that.” Antonio retorted.