Novel & Cerita Mafia Husband

I took a walk along the garden for a little while enjoying the serenity of the afternoon breeze hitting my face as I took in the surrounding scent. I was now the wife to the Italian Mafia family who were known as the De Luan. Mason was in charge of his family's companies and businesses all around the country as well as his Mafia's family dealings and underground businesses. I did dream of becoming a wife to the Mafia world not to Mason but Christian but right now I believed he wasn't meant to be in my destiny. One whole year had passed and my life didn't seem to change one bit. My husband Mason was always indifferent with me and wasn't interested in our sham of a marriage like me but I did w

I won't be consumed by jealousy then. "Do you even know what your so called husband did? Do you know what he is trying to do! Your dad didn't tell you but he has ties to the mafia! That's why our company has survived for so long and has been growing for so long! Your so called husband wants to take that away! Are you sure that you want him to do that? You are just going to sit back and watch that happen?" Houston asked Fiona.

“That’s why you don’t have so much worry. Julia wouldn’t allow him to harm you.” “Yes. Although I didn’t know that until after I confronted him.” I look dumbfounded at my wife. She confronted a man connected to the Italian mafia in a public courthouse? This wasn’t the Claire I’d come to know nor have been married to for over five years. “Okay. Let’s get you back to the boys before I have a stroke.” I lead my wife upstairs gently and hold a hand out to Elena as we pass. I needed time to process and my boys needed their mother.

A few days later... Marie walked into her mansion feeling uncertain after parking her car in the garage. Her memories of what happened a few days ago at her extended family's house still felt like yesterday. It was hard for her to accept the fact that all this time, her husband had been hiding the fact about his identity as the head of the mafia. Also, the fact that her husband decided to kill all of her extended family, leaving only her father, Uncle Charles, and Cecilia.

No words other than a sob came out from my mouth crying miserably. “Stop struggling, dammit!” But he didn’t pay heed to my condition and dragged me back home. I was crying endlessly, wanting to get away from him. Ravaged to the point where I lost my brother by my husband who was lying to me all this time and was involved in the mafia. We went home and he pushed me inside while I struggled to get out from his grasp. “Don’t you fucking dare to cry.” “Y-you killed him. You are involved with illegal things. Y-You-”

Uno said confidently, further fueling Manuela's irritation. "Read it." Manuela read the contract, her brow furrowing at several clauses. She looked up at Uno, who was now smoothing his wet hair. "My father owed you six million, but in this contract, you're paying me for acting as your wife? Are you serious? I'm going to pretend to be your wife because my father owed you money, and you're going to pay me? Are you insane?" Manuela exclaimed angrily. Uno looked at her. "Instead of being grateful, you call me insane? Tss! Being the wife of someone like me is no joke. I'm a mafia boss, so there will be times your life is in danger, so that money is my compen—"

“You don’t have time. He’s acting as we speak. Your lavish spendings are also putting a financial strain on our accounts. With the mines being sold off, we will not have any money left! Even the other families are turning away from us. We must target the gold mines up south-” “We’re the Hawkins!” Hector snarls. “The Hawkins family owns all the mafia families out there! Their businesses are tied with ours. They won’t desert us. And as for the wedding…it’ll go as planned. I will not reduce the expenses for it. Elle and I have been waiting for this day!” Jeremy’s lips thin at the mention of Elle. He dares not say anything in front of Hector but Jim knows that Jeremy loathes Elle. There’s someth

The wine tasting ended.A passerby knocked over the wine rack in the hallway. The rack toppled straight toward me and my best friend,Lena.My mafia husband and our son both yanked her behind them first. She walked away unharmed.I crashed hard to the floor. Lena hurried over toward me. “ Seraphina, are you okay? ” My son grabbed the hem of her dress. “ Aunt Lena, don’t go over there. You’ll get red wine on your pretty dress. ” “ But your mom fell. I have to help her up! ” Lena insisted. Dante pulled her back against his chest. “ Calm down. She’s a grown woman. She’s not that fragile. She can clean herself up and stand. ” My left arm hung limp at my side.Blood see

He had completely lost his former elegance, his eye sockets sunken and cheekbones protruding as if he had not eaten properly in days. However, his eyes burned with a frightening intensity, filled with obsessive love and desperation. I had not expected to see him at this moment, and I felt genuinely surprised. He stumbled forward, his voice trembling. "Aurelia… You can't marry him... You're my wife..." The guests began whispering among themselves, some shocked. Members of the Moretti family rose to their feet, hands moving toward the weapons at their waists.

Waiting for Darryl to leave, Anne let out a breath, her tense body finally relaxed and leaned back in the chair. "Didn't expect Darryl Rider to want to marry our daughter." Mr. Joshua ruffled his hair and muttered. "It's actually possible, as long as he's willing to help our family." "Noway." "Cannot." Anne and Regina exclaimed at the same time. If Mr. Joshua could understand that Regina was against marrying Darryl because she was afraid, he was baffled by his wife's overreaction. "Isn't this a good thing for Regina? Even though she's a bit disadvantaged to be the wife of a notorious mafia boss." Mr. Joshua told Mrs. Anne.