Let Me Go My Mafia Husband 소설 & 이야기

Like I am actually a part of mafia and then it clicked. He asked to do this. To make me look like a Mafia Queen as it is my first appearance as Mafia queen. I wanted to do the entire make up minimal but I have no option to obey. I got out of the room and was shocked to see my one and only husband standing there looking the most dapper man. He was wearing black tux and it was looking really good on him. His long hair in a man bun and his beard was styled really good. I can see he was noticing me as well.

I asked him. He leaned in, saying. "I'll never hurt you. Can I count on you to understand me? Give me time if I'm furious? Most importantly, can you forgive me if I accidently hurt you?" He asked. My lungs deflated in shock. Was I really having this conversation with my mafia husband? "Just don't hurt me beyond repair." I told him. I shouldn't be saying this. I should deny him. He simply dipped his chin as he let out a sigh of relief. I had anticipated him to promise me. I shouldn't forget he was a man of his words, not promises.

“No. I love him. I accept him for who he is.” They exchanged looks. Then Dad finally spoke. “Your husband… is a Mafia emperor.” I froze. “…What?” The word echoed in my mind. “Mafia emperor…?” I repeated slowly. Everything around me felt unreal. My mind struggled to process it. “The man I love…?” I whispered. The man who held me gently… Who kissed my forehead… Who promised to protect me… “…is a Mafia emperor.” And suddenly… Everything made sense. **** LMCD22

The guilt would hit Elena in the mornings when she sat across from Lorenzo at breakfast, watching him drink his coffee and talk about his plans to retire and take her to the Amalfi Coast. She felt disgusted. She felt like a monster. But then Dante would find her in the library, or the wine cellar, or the guest house, and the world would narrow down to the heat of his skin and the way he looked at her—like she was the only thing in the world that mattered. But luck in a Mafia house is a finite resource. One morning, nearly a year after Dante’s return, Elena woke up and felt the world tilt.

My husband is the Don of the New York East Coast. For a decade, I played the role of the perfect Trophy Wife, raising his heir and managing his household. I believed we were unbreakable. Until Gina, that low-level associate, showed up. She was trash from the gutter, disregarding every protocol we lived by. Yet Marco defended her. "Elena, you have everything. She relies solely on me. You need to be the bigger person." "I hate this rabbit food!"

I said "Oh. It's okay. I am AAarush Rathod. Brother of Ritvik Rathod. And I'm the mafia king. Of India and London " he said I sigh in relief. At least he was convinced. Wait what he said? He is a mafia! He is the mafia king! My husband is a mafia! What did I do to have a fate like this? God, why do you hate me so much? "Now now... Let me taste my delicious wifey," saying this. He brought me back to reality,

- As. — I also took a shot in the shoulder to get him to say yes. I won't accept a "no". — I get closer and look him straight in the eye. — My husband disappeared... I joined the mafia for him, I wanted to be free... free... — I laugh... — I wasn't. I trapped myself in this world for him. — I say without another smile. — And what I did to you today, I will do to anyone who refuses to do what I know is necessary to get you back. I'll do anything... but I'm a nice person. — I touch his face and take the dagger from the armchair. — Say "yes" and I'll come out as your ally; Say "no" and I'll make you great slut food. Simple... — I play with the dagger in my hand and look at Caccini. —What do you

He said and then he got up. "Oh my gosh." I mumbled.. I need to ask Crystal about this when we go back to New York. "Just be my wife in front of people, you're free once there's no people around." He said and then he left me alone in the living room with the TV on. Oh my gosh.. My husband is a mafia.

I need to leave. I clenched my hands tightly, turning my knuckles white. What have I done? Just about everything hit me hard. I am the only heir of the Mafia lord who is my father. My potential spouse, Nicolas, is a Mafia boss. Cia, whom I consider being my closest friend, is a Mafia princess. Daisy, who I viewed as a mother figure, belongs to the Mafia. I am surrounded by them!

She was about to cross the line from being tipsy to being really fucking wasted. "You're a bad man," she pouted. "How so?" I leaned forward, actually curious about what she had to say. She closed her eyes, humming. "You're in the mafia. You run the mafia. You kill people. You hurt them. You make money off of their suffering." "It's just a job. Nothing personal. And besides, you're a member of the mafia too." She scoffed. "Only because I'm married to you. My family has never engaged me in their..." she scratched her head, trying to find the words, "...activities. "