Novel & Cerita Mafia Husband

“Keep it of course but I want to get her own decision first.” She left the office afterwards and my close friend Jahel called me. “It's like you could read my thoughts.” I picked up the call and said. “What’s going on and how is your wife?” he chuckled. “Everything is good. How is Maya and the kids?” He was lucky to get married to his high school sweetheart four years ago and they have two beautiful children. He was in the mafia business but no one knew who his family was except me and a few others. He knew how dangerous the business was and wasn't going to take any risk.

“No. I love him. I accept him for who he is.” They exchanged looks. Then Dad finally spoke. “Your husband… is a Mafia emperor.” I froze. “…What?” The word echoed in my mind. “Mafia emperor…?” I repeated slowly. Everything around me felt unreal. My mind struggled to process it. “The man I love…?” I whispered. The man who held me gently… Who kissed my forehead… Who promised to protect me… “…is a Mafia emperor.” And suddenly… Everything made sense. **** LMCD22

"Oh, okay. So, is my husband a crime lord now or something?" I chuckled, grabbing her waist. Her belly poked my stomach, and I smiled. "No, baby. Not a crime lord, but a powerful man. And you know I wouldn't do anything stupid. It's just Massimo. It's his family's business. His father was a Mafia don and it was passed down unto him as the first son. He's not the typical Mafia boss, he's very nice and a gentleman." "That's cool. Maybe one day, I'll get used to seeing him and not be scared. So, I'll get started on dinner. I'm going to ask the maids to make the table and get some decorations."

"You may have nothing to say to us, but we have plenty to say to you, particularly on the subject of your future husband." Red hot fury rushed through her, along with the instinct to protect Jozef. "I have nothing to say to you, Mr. Moreau. If you want to speak with my husband," she stressed the word, daring him to point out her lack of marriage certificate, "then you can talk to him yourself." "Your husband is mafia; he's been taught since birth not to talk to the police. I want to talk to you because I think you will be more open to negotiation."

Who brought you here? "I drove down here myself. See, I'm not drunk" " I'll call Armando to come get you" " Matteo..." I held his hand. " I didn't want to kill her. I was pissed off with Rosa and you loving her, it annoyed me. I'm your wife, yet you don't even care about me. Care? You've not even accepted me as your wife. It hurts. I'm your wife and she's out of your life. I'm your wife...what can't you love me? Hold on... because I'm a mafia. Is this karma? Why? Dad lost moma because he's a mafia, at least he found love. Mum loved him but me...my husband doesn't love me"

“Then, why?” “We had to do that after Rainier learned the real identity of my husband,” Tita Pricilla said. “He is actually part of a mafia that operates in this country and we were afraid that the Azaria might put another pressure on the Dahlia because they are involved with him through me.” I might not be interested in things that involve politics but I understand that getting involved with the mafia, a dangerous group that deals with illegal things, is really troublesome.

Yes, absolutely But… I blinked and absent mindedly bit on my lower lips as my mind started to wander. Nah, no buts, I was relieved he had not done a thing to me. It was just really surprising and unexpected. I was sure no one is going to believe me if I tell them about how my husband, the mafia lord, still hasn't taken what was his, yet. Luca, who was known for being completely ruthless and brutal, hadn't done more than brush his lips against mine before a huge crowd after we got pronounced as man and wife, and that was all.

Monica asked Emma with a smile. "Of course not, we all know whose Mafia is the most powerful in Atlanta, thus nothing can harm her since she is the ruthless Mafia Don's wife's best friend, and you are simply mafia maids of Don's beneath my husband, OK," I smiled at Monica and her companions as they tried to hide their shame. "Talking about that, are you not meant to be at home after burying your father? We heard that your husband's bullet mark was detected on the bullet that killed your father."

But after we got married, Noah became almost obsessed with me. Every day, he stayed by my side, shopping and eating with me and taking me on dates. Every late night, the sounds coming from our room made the servants blush whenever they passed by. Later, Marcus suddenly died. The autopsy report showed heavy metal poisoning as the cause of death, but nobody knew who did it. Noah inherited the entire Zillmann family. And I went from being the wife of a family outcast to becoming the Donna of the Zillmann family. Amelia became jealous to the point of madness.

"I didn't tell you all of this so you would feel sorry for her. I wanted to open your eyes to the fact that Dante Luciano is a lunatic. "His repentance and revenge are meaningless. The damage has been done. Your Padre won't come back to life, and your wounds won't disappear." "I know," I muttered. "No, you don't," Uncle Marco retorted, shaking his head. "You grew up with him, and you still think of him as the young boy who will bandage your wounds when you're injured. That boy died a long time ago, Lina. "The man you're up against is the Don of a mafia family. His hands are steeped in blood, and he's stubborn to a fault."