Mafia Husband Novels & Stories

I observe my reflection without managing to avoid thinking about many situations that have passed during this last time, resulting in many secrets have been revealed to me, more than I estimated, a world spread out in front of me that I was not able to see and now take shape in front of an opaque, dense, dark background. On the one hand, I encounter the reality that Black is in a world of mafias that he is trying to get out of, which I do not think is without paying a high price in the attempt. Then there is his secret family, the wife he says he left behind without her having untied herself from him and the daughter he hides to protect her, a secret he now shares with me. Finally, Mikael Sy

she cried for her dead husband. Kiara M Thakre A 21-year-old widow. She has lost her husband a couple of months before and she is still grieving for him. She is an orphan, and after Mukul, if she loves someone the most, it's her Aai or Mother-in-law, who was the warden of the orphanage she lived in. Rudraneel Rane A 36-year-old man. The mafia king of Mumbai, also known as 'Kaal'. He is said to be ruthless and dangerous. Even feared by his own family. He had sworn to protect his family no matter what. But every family has its secrets.

Rod said. "There's something you need to know, Rod," I said to him. "What is it? Why does someone want you dead? Do you have enemies?" he asked. "My husband is a very dangerous person. He was a ruthless, merciless mafia boss who foughts for everything lethal and illegal just to get home to his lovely wife and make love to her to wash all the tiredness and worries away," I explained and his eyes narrowed, he was listening to me very carefully.

"Oh, Georgina, you married a mafia man. They will force you, but you have to give in. It’s better to just give into what they want-” “What? No! He didn't force me. It was consensual—whatever happened," I explain, trying to comprehend his point. "Okay, good. So he was pleased and not upset, right? Good, we need to make sure that he is always happy with us," he says, holding my hand again, and I feel sick to my stomach. Quickly, I get up from the couch, maintaining distance, trying to understand what is happening in front of my eyes. This has to be a dream.

I tease which made her laugh. ” I actually like you alot Alec, and I'm so happy my brother brought us such a wonderful woman.” I place my hand on hers, appreciating the words she said. “ So? yeah as you already know my past, in the beginning of our marriage i was a rebel. I fight a lot with him but every time that happens we always end up having such great sex. I still hate him but not as much as before. But his obsession and possessiveness is quite suffocating at first. I tried as many times as I could to run away from his clutch but I always ended up getting caught. My husband is a Mafia Boss and his childhood and his father’s upbringing was different from us normal civilians. In short, wh

Amelia asked, adjusting her veil. Eduardo hesitated, lowering his voice. “It’s about your husband… Miguel. He’s a mafia boss, Amelia. Are you sure you want that kind of life? Guns, fights, drug dealings this world isn’t safe.” Amelia smiled faintly, brushing a curl from her face. “Papa, the fact that he’s a mafia boss doesn’t mean he’s not caring, sweet, or gentle. I love him, and he loves me. That’s all that matters.”

As we stepped out of the elevator, I checked my phone. “Oh my God, I miss my baby. Why hasn’t he called? It’s been two hours. Two full hours since I last heard from him.” Giulia gave me a dry look. “He’s probably out there… killing someone.” “Stop,” I muttered, swatting her arm. “My husband is a changed man.” “A changed man?” she laughed. “Alina, if he really changed, how’s he supposed to rule a mafia empire? He might’ve changed for you, but for everyone else? Doubt it.”

After wiping my tears, I ask him, “Why do you want us to play husband and wife?” He answers, calmly, “Being the capo of a mafia family, there is constant pressure to increase my power. So, I have been receiving a proposal from Julia Pentanova’s father, who is a rich and powerful man in the mafia. My brother keeps nagging about how important it is to marry her, but I don’t want to.” His frustration is clear in his voice.

, he asked in curiosity. "Sort of" "But how can you be so sure that your groom is partying right now and fucking other girls?", he inquired. "Come on, he is....", I was talking aloud. However, then I realised I shouldn't talk about my would-be husband before everyone. I lowered my voice and leaned to him. "He is the leader of the biggest mafia gang", I whispered. "Mafia?", he exclaimed. "Yes. And you know how these mafia people are. They have no morals and they love fucking around", I grumbled. "Though I heard he is the CEO of a renowned tobacco company, who cares?"

Instead, it held indifference and an awe-inspiring quality that only someone who went through a life-and-death situation could have. Standing beside me was a tall, regal man. He was Lorenzo Costaroza, the current don of the oldest mafia family in the Central Ocean region. He had liked me for a long time, and he was a good man. He had helped me with my plane crash and subsequent disappearance. He also helped me get the videos to show Alice’s true colors. Otherwise, things would not have gone on so smoothly. At that moment, he held my waist gently and whispered something in my ear. I smiled brilliantly and confidently.