Mafia Boss Wife Novels & Stories

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.

she sharply objected to my question, but I noticed something, she was pushing back tears. “I don't think he is forbidden to you, look I just want to know if my father was a Mafia member or something, I don't know anything about them, the Boss said my father killed his father and so many things, I don't know now what to believe, but after seeing this,” I brought out the picture, “I am convinced he does have affiliations with these men, but I want to know exactly what he did here what was his role,” the lady looked at me she shook her head in regret.

Since It’s not something anyone would have predicted would happen anytime soon — at least not with me. My sister was the happiest when she found out I got married again. No surprise there. After what happened with Lia, I vowed never to be with another woman. Because it’s dangerous. Being the wife of a Mafia boss doesn’t exactly come with easy perks. I have enemies who are always out to destroy me. And once they get a hold of my loved ones, they send me a message through their deaths. That’s how it works in our world — bloodshed on the innocent. Exactly what happened with Lia.

I could relate to it. Sierra tried to explain her side of everything that happened, but I didn’t want her to. After we finally got home, I told her I wasn’t mad, and that was the truth. However, I wished I had found her sooner. In the mafia, your wife was more than a trophy to make you look good. She was living proof of your capabilities as a leader. If your wife looked miserable, your empire would be miserable. If she looked satisfied, you wouldn’t be lacking as a leader. If she was kidnapped under your nose like mine was, your people have every right to question your ability to protect them.

And whose daughter is Zyanna? Next I read their Family history. The Cosmian family started to become a Mafia in 1945. The very first Mafia boss was Zoren Cosmian and his wife Dahlia Coverette. The Cosmians have become famous in the Mafia world and they are one of the most dangerous Mafias in the world. They had a child and that was Zyanna. She also became a member of the Mafia. Zyanna was the first woman to become fierce and feared in the entire Mafia World except for Dahlia. Zyanna had a son named Zion Cosmian. Zyanna didn't take her husband's last name because she wanted his last name to be Cosmian. When he did not agree, she immediately killed him. Zion had a son and that was the next gen

He rose to his feet. And I stepped back, instinct kicking in. He cocked his head slightly as he studied me, brown flames dancing across the surface of his eyes. “As husband and wife, our bond is sacred. Our loyalty is unbreakable, our trust is undoubtable.” He took another step toward me. “When you call me, I will answer—always. We’re partners. We’re accomplices. We’re family.” He backed me up farther. “Don’t you pull that shit ever again.” When my back hit the stone wall and there was nowhere for me to go, he pressed his face closer to mine. “When you see my name on the screen, you don’t fucking hesitate. You take that call like it’s life and death. Disrespect me like that again, and this w

"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.

This fucking mute, she will surely be the death of me. “That will be all” Fernando’s voice jolts me out of my thoughts. “But the lady boss has not said anything” someone says from the crowd and Marietta stands up, her eyes glaring at me. I hadn’t even noticed her, I didn’t think she would be coming at all. Did she ever love Federico or was she just overwhelmed with his dick? “Shouldn’t she address us?” She asks again, she is now the wife of the mafia head, we expect a lot more from her”

’ Placing her hand on his arm in a familiar gesture, she made him look into her troubled brown eyes and she leaned forward to drop a kiss on his cheek affectionately. Damn. But the woman still managed to look hot, inspite of being more than three months pregnant, he thought, his heart racing as he stood to embrace her fondly, inhaling the vanilla scent of her hair and body, familiar and bittersweet. His friend and partner, the formidable Mafia Don stood beside her, eyes like flint, studying him. He was watching narrowly, his heavy-lidded eyes hiding his annoyance at seeing his heavily pregnant wife in the arms of another man. The Boss might have been a man-whore all his life, the term people

Daughter of Spanish mafia king Miguel Rigruduez and wife to Italian mafia heir, Adonis Alejandro Bernardi. In a few days, I would officially be the queen of the Italian mafia as I celebrate one year of being this handsome man's wife. I have learnt a lot and definitely am not who I used to be. Life has its ups and downs, and moving forward, there was no assurance that we wouldn't face more challenges, but I was ready. I am strong. I am tenacious. I am resilient. This is my revenge, and I wholeheartedly submit to my maf—