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" Diana couldn't argue anymore and had a fun time with her friends. Just when the party is getting deeper... It seems that someone put something in his drink. Mikhael felt dizzy and had an intimate night with the woman. And when he woke up, the same woman was beside him. Diana's POV I finally found peace. I thought that my life had been perfect back then, but time had to slap me with the harsh reality. The past few months have been a roller coaster ride. First, I was about to get married to the man of my life, Mikhael. We have been promised to each other since we were children, but he impregnated another girl. It's been months since then, and her due date will arrive soon. Another problem is

His father calmly wiped his hand and made deep eye contact with him. "Kennard, if you marry her, I will give you the Title of Mafia King and command of our Mafia Gang in your hands." Mr. Davis put the spoon back and faced his son, who was taken aback. Meanwhile, Kennard processed his words and felt foolish and betrayed. "DAD!! I did everything to give my best to the company and Gang but not for this shit." He pointed at her with burning eyes. Madeline's eyes shot wide at him as she couldn't take these insults anymore. She banged the table with the same intensity as him and returned the same intense glare to him for the first time.

While we were discussing, my uncle's assistant rushed in, and he whispered some things to him. “What? That's the bastard that sent this! I would make sure he regrets it.” My uncle flared. “I think we should not act rash.” Ethan said. “What? You would rather not act rash after your father has been humiliated, what kind of son are you?” I watched as the father and son argue back and forth, but I wasn't the least concern because I was entertained by their banters, until I heard a piece of information. “They are the mafia, father!” Ethan screamed, and my eyes glistened with interest. “And so I am!”.

“There’s something I need to tell you.” Her brows knit together. “Alright.” I stared at my hands. “Remember a few months ago…when I told you about the man who came into the café? The one who offered to help with your treatments?” She nodded slowly. “The one you said was…dangerous.” A small, sad laugh slipped out of me. “Yes. Him.” I lifted my eyes to hers, feeling everything inside me crack wide open. “It was Luca, my husband.” She didn’t look surprised. Not really. Just sad, in that quiet way only mothers could be.

I was forbade to ever speak to my family and friends ever again. I knew what my husband's job was. I knew what it meant to be a Costa's wife, I was the daughter of Karlos Ramano. the ramanos and the Costas were two of the largest and most powerful mafias in all of New England. but it didn't prepare me for the next 3 years of the roller coaster mess of a marriage i was now trapped in. some days were better than most. the beatings only happened every few weeks or so. but when Dylan was on a trip, I knew what happened when he came home. some trips i could seduce my way out of a beating other trips, I wasn't so lucky.

His lips quivered, his eyes dodging mine. "That... that was an accident... I already made her... handle it. The child is gone. For you, I don't want that child." As soon as the sentence dropped, the whole hall exploded. In the Mafia's code, children are sacred. To murder one's own bloodline for a woman is an unforgivable taboo. Several of the older Family advisors changed their expressions on the spot. A female accountant next to me slammed the table and stood up, pointing at his nose and cursing in Italian:

I say with sorrow. “What do you mean you couldn’t refuse? Who is your husband?” He inquires frowning. “He... does business with my father...” I let my voice trail off, that is all I need to say for Lucas to get what I mean. He knows about my father’s dubious activities, we have spoke about this before because Lucas is certain that his family does the exact same thing as mine. Lucas father and his older brother, Vincent, are part of some kind of mafia or at least Lucas thinks they are, although he has always managed to stay out of it, even so, he is aware of the power they possess and that escaping or disobeying their commands is not easy.

" The thing is I was nor there for him growing up you know.... It's not easy being a wife to a Mafia, you don't get to choose your husband's and when you finally do have a husband you do not get to choose how you raise your Children. It was still our starting point in my relationship with my husband when I fell pregnant with Damian, he was very harsh with me as I had not accepted I was going to be his wife. I was constantly trying to ran away and things only got worse when I learned I was pregnant. I never believed in abortion so I knew I would be keeping the baby, he got even stricter after learning I was pregnant security got increased and I soon had to accept I was trapped. I had my baby

I asked back. I saw him gulp visibly. It was not apparent and flashy, but I saw it clear as day. If anyone else were in my place, they would not have noticed it, but I did. My husband was the son of a mafia leader. He was used to not showing his weakness, his expressions. Not showing his feelings on his face was an art that was embedded in his soul since he had stepped inside the business with his father.

He motioned him to start the car. Kazimir shook his head. The car revived, and he drove on the gravel road, surrounded by tall trees, "Let's finish it, brother. Then you need to talk to your wife with a calm head, no blackmailing. Her father was a mafia, her brother is a mafia and her husband is the mafia. She may be a doll but you can't keep her away from the darkness inside you," "Remember your words when you'll meet your angel, so kind, innocent, a pure soul" Her face flashed at the back of his head.