Mafia Boss . Marriage Novels & Stories

She stood a little straighter, shoulders drawn tight. “La Viperia,” she said under her breath. Rodrigo nodded. “He came with an offer. A very generous one.” Elizabeth raised a brow. “You mean… a business deal?” Rodrigo’s smile was sharp now. “A marriage. He wants you to marry his son, Maxwell. I promised him that you will say yes.” Silence. Then— “You what?” Elizabeth shot upright, eyes wide. “You told some mafia creep I’d marry his son?”

Still moaning in pain, the man answered Alex with difficulty. Alexander Reagan, the successor in business leadership of the Reagan mafia family. At the age of 35, he had already managed to expand his family's businesses even further. Don't ask what the family business is, it's all sorts of illegal things like arms dealing, drugs, and hitmen. Although there are also real companies that are run and engaged in retail and property to circumvent the government. This promising business no doubt made many little ants swarm and disrupt Alex's business. "Where did you hide that?" Alex's hand was now on the man's right arm, threatening that he could do the same with his left arm if the man did not coo

I demanded. He tilted his head, amusement flickering in his expression. "Oh, sweetheart," He set his glass down, rising to his full height. Slowly, deliberately, he closed the distance between us, stopping just close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off him. "I am your father’s… what do we call this now? Business associate. I am Dante Moreau’s business associate and he betrayed me." “Then what does it have to do with me?” His fingers lifted, trailing lightly along my jaw.

It was just the other day that he was able to make Shantala almost give up and return to him, so he could not understand how things ended up with those two marrying each other. "Mr. Devon, that is not even a funny joke." "Hah! It would have been so much better if this was a joke but that damn son of mine just insists on making that woman his wife. So... are you just going to stand by and watch?" The old man did not receive any reply from the mafia boss. He could not tell what he was thinking while wearing such an indifferent expression. He clicked his tongue and stood from his seat. Facing the mafia boss, he said, "If you badly want that woman and your son, you better get your ass moving whi

The maid nodded, confirming her words. She then frowned as she said seriously, “The boss is going to marry the only Mafia princess of the Gonzalo clan and her name is Miracle Gonzalo.”

He's really run out of love for her, I tell myself. I start to worry if he's okay when the clock’s short hand hits 8 PM. Is he safe? Is he back home? Are there casualties? I start asking myself as if I should. Well, I need to know if my boss is okay. Heaven knows I care a lot for him more than I should. He is my boss, not just that, a Mafia boss at that , I remind myself. I drag myself upstairs making my way into my room but I meet a shocker. I see my boss sitting on the couch, drinking from a bottle of whiskey.

He was known as the most notorious mafia boss of the Costa family, so no one dared to challenge him. Phillip Marino was deeply in debt to Dominic. He couldn't pay back the millions of dollars he owed him. Therefore, Dominic offered a marriage proposal, but what he truly desired was Phillip's biological daughter, Bianca Marino, whom he secretly admired. But what happened?

Serena's POV "What are you not telling me? I demanded. Gabriel chuckled nervously and stood up. "I just don't want you to get yourself in trouble. Adrian is the head of the Mafia family in Sicily which means he's a very dangerous man. He's got eyes everywhere and will not be happy to find you looking in his business. So I don't think you should keep sniffing around." He explained. I exhaled in frustration. "But if he knows something about my father's death, then I want to know it too." I protested.

Massimo hated how much time and effort was spent to maintain relationships. It was just another reason to add to the ever-growing list of why never bothered to take up a lover. But now that he had met his wife in person, Aria was determined to spend more time together. It was like Massimo had taken up a second job. And while being in charge of the mafia was demanding, Massimo at least knew what he was doing. Massimo knew how to be the Mafia King, but he didn't have the first clue on how to be a good husband.

My own smile begins to fade as well. Oh no, don’t tell me… "And if I am the head of a mafia clan, will you still marry me?" he asks. Our eyes lock, and I suddenly find myself at a loss for words, unable to respond to him any longer. "Never mind. We're married now. It's too late for that," he smirked, taking hold of my hand. "Let’s go to our table now, babe. Your parents are waiting. Shall we?" he said sweetly. . cm louden