Novel & Cerita Let Me Go My Mafia Husband

A few minutes after we got to the venue the wife came in and the marriage ceremony started. While the priest was talking, Amelia moved close to me and said “ Does she know she’s getting married to a dangerous person and marrying into one of the strongest mafia families in the world?” I wasn't shocked at her question, her smart mouth gets her into trouble. I looked at her angrily and said “Of course, her parents are in the mafia too and she is not a weak woman like you,” I know she isn't a weak woman but I wanted to piss her off, which I successfully did. “ Well, I think she made a good choice. Your brother didn’t deceive her, he is a better human than you “ she replied.

… 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.]

Maria was having her lunch when I came out of the bathroom. She got a call and informed me about her departure back home. I got annoyed and asked why she needed to go. Apparently her dumb husband was returning to the city tonight and she needed to be at home to avoid any suspicions. I groaned also realizing how I needed to be at the party tonight to celebrate my one year sham of a marriage anniversary. She got up and was hurriedly heading towards the bathroom when I grabbed her pulling her towards me. I looked deep into her light brown eyes and told her. “Things won't be like this forever my queen. I swear to make you mine not secretly but publicly and officially. Once my father steps down a

My life is such a curse that I could not live peacefully at once, my mom died, my father is having an affair with her murderer, I was forced and now again I was kidnapped when I finally found love. “Be ready soon you will be mine officially” I avert my gaze at his words, I will never be his. Not until I am alive but after death I will haunt him for sure. “I am already married and if you want proof then contact my husband, he will surely provide you with enough evidence” I said and walked towards him. “You know, I don't like to talk about him then why?” he asked and I laughed hearing him. “You are the mafia of Russia right? Then why are you getting agitated over small things” I said.

It’s unsettling, and my curiosity threatens to drag me down the wrong rabbit hole, but I force myself back to what matters. Hours later, I’ve narrowed it down to two possible ways to get away from my mafia husband. The first: the police. If I run to them, they’ll smuggle me out of the country to safety. I don’t want to get Aleksei in trouble, but unless I take that drastic step, there’s no way out.

I don't want him to get angry anytime soon. He looked at me and furrowed his eyebrows. I gulped down saliva in my throat. "Even when I don't?" he asked. "I-I I don't know... I just know that you... you are my husband and it's my duty" I answered honestly. "I am the darkest person you can ever meet Hailey. I am the most ruthless man of the North Mafia and thus of the biggest Mafia business. I am the one who knows and believes that love is nothing more than a state of mind that in medicals can be called Insanity. I am the last person who anyone can care about" he said.

Giveon ~ let me go✨✨ Max leaves the room, I stay at the balcony enjoying the view and cold breeze. Andrei comes to meet me with a glass full of cognac. I nod at him as I take it from him. The substance burns deep in my throat, the moment it hits. It has been my only friend since she left. Just a few shots and I enter my world of oblivion but I can't afford to do that here. I might be getting married to the Italian mafia queen but till we tie the knots and the rings are resting on our fingers.... I'm still a stranger and I don't want to get too comfortable.

I guess I couldn’t be all that surprised when I was the one who had abandoned her. “Are you scared our father will find out about your being here, or are you scared your husband's secrets will be out and he will be defeated in the war. Don’t pretend you care about me. All you care about is your bastard child and your murderer of a husband.” “Who knew the woman who escaped from the mafia would end up marrying the Pakhan of the Bratva? I have to admit, I thought you would remain a nun forever, Liv.” She was being sarcastic and taking jabs at me. I didn’t think I would ever end up with a man in the mafia, and yet I had married one. Some would call me a hypocrite, but I wouldn’t be me if I liste

Fear flashed in her eyes, and I savored it. “I saw your message,” I whispered. “but I felt bad because It went to the wrong audience. I wanted a billboard.” “Welcome home, child,” she smirked. “You can assist in the meal section.” I scoffed in irritation. “Not when I’m your husband’s meal.” Her rage ignited. “I’ve been in this mafia game a long time!” she hissed. “Always the wife. Never second choice and right now? it's a shame to realise my own daughter keeps disappointing me."

Tears streaked her face as she stared at the man bleeding out beside her. "He’s a monster," she choked out. "He’s… he’s a Mafia boss. That’s why I didn’t want to marry him! I was terrified!" The world tilted. My stomach twisted violently as nausea clawed up my throat. Kael Visconti. The man who had just executed someone in cold blood. The man who had promised to help me escape Austin. The man I had run to for protection. He wasn’t my savior. He was something far, far worse.