Let Me Go My Mafia Husband Novels & Stories

He was glad to survive for four days straight. “Well, you’re married to a mafia, so bear with it.” she chuckled while she does some stretching. “Can I just be a normal husband and do office words or maybe cook for you?” he whined as he asked but something suddenly flew his way that almost hit his forehead. Good thing, his reflexes were totally expanded which Verosha smirked at. “Nope, my husband should be promising and remarkable that never failed to fascinate me…” Verosha trailed off and grinned slyly at her husband who was glaring at what she just did. It almost hit him as if her reflexes were not good.

Mia’s pov. My forkful of sticky rice got frozen mid air as soon as father’s next words echoed around the dining table. “One of you is getting married to Mr. Romero the Third of the Romero family, an underboss of the mafia in a few days.” His voice was void of any kind of emotions as usual, but the authority behind those words wasn’t absent. I glanced up at my identical twin, Maeve, who was sitting directly before me at the table, she had her knife frozen in the air while her mouth was parted in nothing but shock.

That night, beneath a foreign sky and a foreign moon, I made the bravest decision of my life. I stayed. Paris became my sanctuary. A city of stone and shadow, art and rebirth. A place where the scent of Caden Wayne—Alpha of a ruthless pack union, my husband, my mate—could no longer reach me. Here, even the moon felt softer. Kinder. It did not judge me for choosing survival over devotion. I thought about how easily I had sold my wedding ring. Ten million dollars reduced to cold currency, but the weight it lifted from my soul was priceless. With that final symbol of my past gone, I buried Adele Wayne and gave birth to someone new.

"Daisy, you'll really do anything to get out of this marriage, won't you? Now you're pulling the amnesia card?" "I'm not lying! I really don't remember the last eight years!" "Enough," he snarled, grabbing my chin. "For the last six months, you've tried starving yourself and running away to force a divorce. Now it's amnesia?" "You think playing dumb is going to make me let you run off to that piece of trash from the slums?" His grip hurt, but the whole situation was just so ridiculous. What kind of idiot was my future self? Did I really ditch a Mafia Don to throw myself at some guy from the slums? And abandon my husband and child for him?

“Miss Jane, I know you had no choice but to choose me. If you don’t want to get pregnant, I won’t force you.” I froze instantly. Why was Marcus acting differently from our previous life? Subconsciously, I turned around, only to accidentally crash into his chest. The scent of cedarwood mixed with leather surrounded me, cold and clean. I quickly looked up at him and spoke seriously, word by word. “Marcus, I chose you willingly. I’ll take responsibility as your wife. We’re family now, and I hope we can get along well.” A slight ripple passed through his eyes. “Alright. I’ll be a good husband, too. But there’s a secret I need to tell you…”

I have to prove myself in front of him. I crossed my arms and said with a casual tone “Depends.” Those people looked at me, dumbfounded and asked with a confused voice, “On what?” I continued “On who your boss is.” Hearing it, those men laughed and said “You got guts.” Well, if I didn’t have guts, then how could I fall in love with the daughter of the mafia king? When I fell for Isabella, I didn’t know that she was the daughter of the mafia King, Victor Falcone, but it doesn't matter. I decided to marry her and my future father-in-law can’t change that fact.

Him giving me his leather gloves in winter. The open-air cinema showing The Godfather. He whispered, "One day, I'll give you a wedding in Sicily just like Michael Corleone's." Turns out, the bride in that wedding was Sophia. Morning came. I walked out to find the family at the table. My mother-in-law looked guilty. Sophia was leaning on Dario, swirling red wine like she owned the place. They had told the old woman. I poured myself black coffee. "Elena," Dario commanded. "I'm selling this house. It was your dowry, so I need your signature."

But, I couldn’t help myself, I needed to know. I wanted to know if something had changed him that much that he would give up the one thing he had always wanted more than anything—someone to love and have a family with. He stared into my eyes intently and I knew immediately that every word he was about to say was deliberate. “I will get married.” He said sternly. “Just not yet—there’s no suitable candidate. My family needs an heir now. There’s no time to wait for me to find a proper wife at the moment. That will come later, my future wife will be a high-born mafia princess from a well-respected and connected family.”

ok says Ibrahim, both sleep and after some days Ibrahim gets well perfectly, right now Ibrahim was making love to mehak, just then Ibrahim phone ranged up, he doesn't want to receive it but seen caller name he says Jaan this is important he received it and says hello, hello me Ibrahim I am your Dr I got your money to thank you, Ibrahim sir if you want some more help just call me, Ibrahim says ok and cuts the call, on the other hand, Dr wife says Ibrahim khan gave you this much money why? dr says because he loves his wife very much he can do anything for her you see mafia possessive love, Ibrahim made love to mehak and says this mafia man can do anything for his mehak, only you can make me on

… On a distant island in the Central Ocean region, I held Lorenzo’s hand while we took a stroll on the beach. The sun shone on my face. It was warm and bright. I never once thought about Damian. Only the weak felt regret among the mafia. The strong looked only to the future. As for me, I had long since become the queen of my own life. [The End.]