Novel & Cerita Mafia Husband

"Yes, he's my husband." "Impossible! He's a successful businessman whose face and news are always on the front page of business magazines. I myself really like him because my father works at one of Lucas' companies. You're joking, Kanaya." "I'm not joking. My husband's grandmother helped me escape from the brothel, and I ended up marrying Lucas." "You cheap woman! Not only are you cheap, you're also a skilled liar. Mr. Lucas would never marry a woman like you," Chris snapped angrily.

She sat down on my bed and I let out a little laugh "I know. I've just not had the chance to talk to my parents or anyone and since I'm not allowed to leave seeing them wasn't an option. Julius said I was in some kind of danger" I rolled my eyes and I heard her laugh. i just stared at her. "I'm sorry Vera. You married into a mafia family and now ur the wife of the now mafia don meaning your life would be in constant danger" I had my suspicions there were in the mafia ever since the day dad told me they could ruin him. The luxurious mansion added to my suspicions but she just confirmed it. "It's okay mother. It's all worth it "

"I am Caius Falcieri. I just want to speak to my wife." The Falcieri name still carried immense weight in the European underworld. The guards looked at each other, hesitant to act. "Continue the auction," I said, my voice cutting through the silence. "We don't stop for irrelevant interruptions." "Irrelevant?" The word seemed to hit him like a physical blow. He stumbled forward. "Alessia, I'm your husband." "No," my voice was like ice. "You are the Don of the Falcieri family. Nothing more."

She got my attention. "My father was the Russian mafia leader. Very cruel, very dangerous." She paused and swallowed. "The night my husband planned to assassinate my father was the same night I ran away leaving my only child with his father. Being the first child in our family, I knew a lot about our family business." That was quite the contrary to what I knew about her. Dmitri knew a different story as well, or maybe part of the real story.

Winston Barrymore forgot how he answered at that time, but he was sure to say, "Call me if you need money." Then Winston Barrymore devoted himself to his career and successfully swallowed up the biggest enterprise. Now, he has become the richest man standing at the top. It's not that he haven't met a woman with a crush since. It's just ... He doesn't want to have any more children, and it's impossible for him to marry another person. His marriage is still legally maintained with the woman who doesn't love him, and the original contract is still counted, and 25% of the shares are still occupied by them.

“What’s a pretty woman like you doing alone in a club like this?” I gave him a half-smile, sipped my drink, then leaned back. “I’m not alone. My friend’s here somewhere. And also—I’m married.” He blinked. “Really?” “Yep.” I raised my hand, showing him the simple ring Alessio gave me. “Married to a very dangerous man.” The guy chuckled, clearly amused. “Dangerous, huh?” I narrowed my eyes playfully. “He’s in the Mafia. And he can fight. Like, really well.”

Matteo Moretti’s voice was sharp and authoritative. Alex sighed. "Good to hear from you too." "You were supposed to keep a low profile." "It’s a misunderstanding." "A misunderstanding?" Matteo repeated in a ice-cold tone. "You’re an undercover mafia boss. And now the entire city thinks you’re about to become some random surgeon’s husband?" Alex pinched the bridge of his nose. "I’ll handle it." "You better," Matteo warned. "Before someone else handles it for you." The line went dead. Alex barely had a second to process that before his phone buzzed again.

After I was kidnapped by my Family’s enemies, I was left with severe PTSD. I couldn’t stand the noise of intense sound. On our wedding day, my husband, the Mafia Don Andre, swore before God that he would create a world of silence for me. For five years, he never wore any device that made a sound. He even ordered that no gunshots were to be heard anywhere in Sicily, losing several major deals because of it. Until my best friend Alice returned to Sicily and openly played rock music inside the estate. The terror of being kidnapped came rushing back. I crawled onto the floor, begging and apologizing over and over. Tears mixed with the blood running down my face as I kept hitting my head against

She was about to cross the line from being tipsy to being really fucking wasted. "You're a bad man," she pouted. "How so?" I leaned forward, actually curious about what she had to say. She closed her eyes, humming. "You're in the mafia. You run the mafia. You kill people. You hurt them. You make money off of their suffering." "It's just a job. Nothing personal. And besides, you're a member of the mafia too." She scoffed. "Only because I'm married to you. My family has never engaged me in their..." she scratched her head, trying to find the words, "...activities. "

Do I have a crush on him? My pupils dilated as I tightened my hands in an attempt to calm my rushing heart. I know he’s handsome, wealthy, sexy, and powerful, but he’s also a Mafia leader, which means he’s a murderer and brutal human being. But then, what did I expect? My father will not choose a police officer to be my husband. But a Mafia boss? When he knows I am not comfortable in this world. Moreover, why did Nicolas agree to this agreement in the first place? He may have thousands of ladies fall at his feet every day, yet he consented to marry me! I don’t know how to react. Shocked? Confused? Appalled?