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"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.

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?

He sealed off the entire stretch of sea and called in over a hundred ships to search the waters endlessly. Tony stayed by the water the whole time, refusing to eat, drink, or sleep. Within days, he became unrecognizable. He looked like a madman, with his beard unshaven and his eyes sunken. The media turned the tragedy into a frenzy. [Wife of the Gambinos’ Heir Jumps to Her Death!] [Grand Wedding Becomes Grand Funeral!] [Mafia Heir’s Love Story Ends in Tragedy: Why Did His Beloved Wife Took Her Life?]

"I'm itching to find out who that mafia boss is and bring him down," I whispered. "Don't get too excited. This mafia is big, most of the big companies here in Manila and other places are connected to them. This mafia is not easy so if you want to kill him, you just have to be tronger and not making weaknesses," he said and looked at our house. Is he saying Warren is my weakness? "What do you mean?" I asked him irritated. "I'm saying, I don't like him for you. I have a bad feeling about him," he said.

I said making my voice sound tough. " Good girl." He said and after then there was silence. I heard the door shut and I knew that they had left. I crawled onto my bed and cried. *** Robert's POV. We drove into the Martinez family house, there were security guards at every corner. Rico, who used to work as a right hand gun man for the Martinez family had given us a glimpse of what their record looked like. They ran the most dangerous mafia group in this side of the country. They had lots of enemies that was the reason they had so much security.