Mafia Boss . Marriage Novels & Stories

I would fall right back into his arms, forgive the chaos, and drown in the love I never truly fell out of. And that terrified me more than Alessandro ever could. “Get up, Dante,” I said, forcing my tone to sound as cold, flat, and unfeeling as ice, keeping my eyes glued firmly to the grand staircase ahead of us. “Stop making a fool of yourself. A mafia boss doesn't kneel.” “I’m not a boss to you, Elena!” he pleaded, his grip tightening slightly against my clothes before he forced himself to let go, his large hands trembling against his thighs. “I’m your husband. I’m Jade’s father. That’s all I care about.”

A leader expanding his empire into Nevada and the world in large, diversifying investments, playing by the rules of business. No one could have guessed that beneath the perfect suit was the son of a mafia don, his empire built on blood as much as capital. And all the while, his hand never left hers. When he shifted the microphone, when he turned to acknowledge applause, even when he leaned to answer a particularly sharp question, his fingers remained curled around hers. The moment that unsettled her most came near the end. “Mr. Moretti,” one journalist called out, “congratulations on your recent marriage. What advice would you give to younger couples starting out?”

So many emotions were swirling around in Rose’s mind and heart. Everything was scary and confusing. Finally, she was married, but not to the man she wanted. The whole town was present at her wedding except her own family, her father, her protector, Roger. She was married to the godfather of Dia Lucrii, the leader of a mafia gang.

he stated. "I cannot give another woman my heart. I do not love." My voice was cold, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. "The bond of marriage is powerful, my love. It gives you the strength to share and express feelings—" I cut my mother off. "I refuse feeling, Mother. I refuse to love again. I fucking loathe the idea of sharing anything with another woman." I spat out, venom lacing my tone. "That does not change the law, son. A Mafia boss must take a wife to be given bigger responsibility, and if he turns thirty without a wife, he is to be replaced."

The vase shattered against his temple, blood trickling down his face. Wiping the blood away, he raised his hand to swear: “Eva, if I break my vow, let me die under the gun of the enemy, leave no bones behind!” His sincerity moved me. That was when I finally agreed to be with him. He really wasn’t afraid of death. Dad paused. “I’ll contact Vincent immediately.” Vincent, managing the mafia empire in Sicily, was not easy to reach. I showed Dad a message on my phone. “The engagement contract is binding, and Vincent has spoken. The marriage won’t be canceled. Just wait until he returns to New York to finalize the details.”

"Same as always. He’ll die with a glass in one hand and a blonde in the other." Lorenzo shrugged, a look of pure acceptance on his face. "Some things never change. And this?" He turned to Lanka, his eyes scanning with the practiced precision of a veteran. He took Lanka’s hand and kissed the air above his knuckles. "Don't tell me. The rumors are true. The wolf finally got collared." Santiago pulled Lanka to his side, his arm heavy and protective. "Lanka, this is Lorenzo DeMarco. We were roommates at the academy before I had to take over the family business. Lorenzo, this is my husband, Lanka."

"You mean he came to buy himself a wife, he is buying me taking advantage of the situation in which we find ourselves; excuse me if I am not happy to know that I am still merchandise among you because no matter how you disguise the situation, I already see that I have no say in this, I finally became one more of the mafia's daughters, destined to marry the highest bidder." "Fiorella! mia figlia, please don't look at it that way, Lorenzo Razzo is the new Boss of the Italian Mafia, you have no idea how much power he has now; if he wanted to, he could just kidnap you and have you as his mistress without having to marry you and nothing I could do to stop him." "That's why it seems so important t

This supposed-to-be happy wedding was like walking to death's door for Allana and Maisie and yet they were powerless. Allana looked over to where the groom was standing and felt her heart racing. “I see” she uttered, she nibbled on her lower lips and looked over to her husband who gripped her hand tightly and assured her it would be alright. That man wearing a limited edition wedding suit is the infamous Mafia boss. No one knows his identity except for a few people, everyone thought he is but a simple man who owned billions worth of money. A man who was as mysterious as the dark sky, looming everywhere, waiting for his prey to fall on his trap.

Rather satisfied that my ass is fairly trembling and that I don’t have a fucking clue what I just did, I sit on the couch and fall flat on my back. You have really outdone yourself this time Colton. What the fuck are you going to do if he says yes? Take my shit and run as far away from here. In which world does Colton Cruz get married? Well, in which world does the same man find himself stepping up as a Mafia Boss?

"Incredible! I don't need you as my friend, I know you all...all of you are a bunch of liars and want to manipulate me." “Is that what you really think, Abby?” she ask. I didn't answer her, I just kept eating, and when I was done, she was still looking at me and smiled warmly. "I know it's not easy to be married to a ruthless Don Mafia... But did you know that not everyone knows he's in the mafia? He's a respected Billionaire in the country. You should be very happy and feel so lucky that he chose you in a heartbeat to be his wife."