Novel & Cerita Mafia Boss Wife

"Ahahahaha! Yes, beg for forgiveness!" "I'll kill you, you fucking bastard!" Diana shouted and gritted her teeth as she felt a pang of pain. 'Raphael, where the hell are you?!' she called in her mind. 'Why the hell would I be in this situation?' she gritted her teeth, 'I just recently knew that he is a mafia boss, I didn't know I would get entangled by one his woman! Damn it!' There are a lot of things running in her mind right now. She know that even though she won't give up, any more attack and her body might not survive.

” “Save it, you cried right before you entered the room, which I am guessing has something to do with him, you also don’t speak up when he interrupts you and from what I have witnesses, he has no respect for you but you still choose to stay with a man like that. Women are smart enough to see the signs but I can’t do anything if they choose to ignore them.” I stared at him dumbfounded. Is it that obvious that Jerold mistreats me? I am really discussing my relationship problems with a mafia boss?

"I would like to leave the house more.am getting stir fried crazy from being indoors all day.i wasn't aware that I am a prisoner here ". "You are not a prisoner.you can go wherever you want, just not alone".Enzo frowns at me.dropping his cutlery to stare at me. "So I will have to go out with bodyguards.people will look at me funny".I roll my eyes. "No one will dare to look at my wife funny.you are supposed to go out with them anyways.people will look at you funny if you are seen without bodyguards.bad people will target you.you are the wife of a mafia boss.it Is for your own safety,mia Moglie ".

I winked. "Who the hell are you?" He asked. "The silent killer. Wife of Kaal, the most feared mafia Legion in India," I muttered. "What? Shit, sorry, I had no idea who were you, I take my words back. We don't intend to sleep with the wives of mafia bosses," he spoke, apologising to me. Well, one thing I do tend to like about this mafia business. Most of the people, even though sex-hungry, don't dare to lay their eyes on their leader's wives until their husbands are the predators. And as much as I know Kaal, he isn't sex hungry.

I stared at him, wide-eyed, silent. “I did some digging,” he continued. “Not just on Sierra’s assassination attempt—but on you.” He nodded toward the desk. “Your past life. Elena Moretti. Daughter of Matteo Moretti. Wife of Dante Russo. Allegedly jumped to her death from a balcony two years ago during a private party.” My blood ran cold. He reached into his coat and pulled out a sleek black tablet. He tapped the screen, and within seconds, images filled it—Dante and Viviana.

"It's such a pity that he still married you even though you're so weak that you failed their qualification tests three years in a row. That was really a surprise." My throat was so dry that it was almost impossible for me to say a word. Stella smiled and continued criticizing, "Though it was fortunate that he couldn't announce your marriage publicly because the Hoods cannot accept such a weak and incapable woman into their family. All they could do was wait till you were 'qualified' before they made their announcement. "However, you—the mafia boss's secret wife—are about to die. You won't live to see the day when you are acknowledged publicly.

My husband Christian Messina's assistant has been blowing through my money like it's water. At the underground auction, she laughed in my face and called me a useless trophy wife. So I cut her access. She got humiliated at checkout, and the club's security locked her up for a full day and night. When Christian found out, he froze my card on my birthday. Told me I'd better figure out how to pay, or I'd be stripping down and crawling out on all fours in front of every mob higher-up in New York. What he doesn't know? I'm the heiress to the biggest mafia empire in the country. The Moretti name? That's mine. And everything he has right now—every turf, every dollar, every scrap of power? I put it

So, here we are at the rehearsal dinner celebrating the marriage and alliance on the roof top of the casino. Toni is currently mingling with our guests as her mom guides her. Being a mafia wife isn’t easy, but being a mafia wife to the head leader is an entire role in itself. Being my wife is like being a politicians wife or any high figure you can think of. Toni will have to maintiane a certain role as my wife. Violetta knows all about what it’s liek to be a mafia wife as she is technically with two mafia leaders. I know Violetta and Toni have a good relationship and Toni certainly looks at her mom as a guide much how I look at my father. Speaking of my father he is making his way over to m

Tiara sat beside me while I anxiously fidgeted, chewing on the edge of my pinky nail, a nervous habit I couldn’t stop. I was so mad at Demetri. Angry about everything he pulled me into. But still, I couldn’t stop worrying. I was married to a man who didn’t care about rules if it helped him get what he wanted. Being with someone like that wasn’t just hard—it was dangerous. If I ever reported him or tried to tell the truth about what he was doing, my mom and sister would be the first ones hurt. That’s the kind of life I have now. I’m the wife of a Mafia Boss. If people found out... it could be the end of me. “I want to ask you something,” Tiara suddenly cut into my spiraling thoughts.

He leaned down at her level and whispered to her as he removed hair from her face and tucked the loose strands behind her ear. "You should be, you know! You clearly underestimated me. I'm a mafia boss, my lady. And you helped me to become one, thanks to you!" He rasped as he moved closer to place a kiss on her forehead, warm and affectionate. "Mafia?" The words came out of her mouth as a gasp because it was too much to process at the moment. "Yes my amore! Italian mafia! How do you feel being the wife of such a powerful man?" He asked her, holding her both hands in his.