Mafia Husbands Novels & Stories

They were surprised to see how their wives has become the top CEO's being featured on forbes and Time magazine. After some weeks that the tension of prison was broken, their wives bought passports of someone's else's name with their husbands pictures on it and they all travelled back in the their private jets and reunites without families. The love between the three couples became stronger and Akin, Marc and Raphael stops their Mafia business and concentrate on the family , they lived the lives of Silent billionaires while they are still on the wanted list in Gambia. THREE YEARS LATER. Mark now own a big underworld that deals in so many illicit businesses.

Mia’s pov. My forkful of sticky rice got frozen mid air as soon as father’s next words echoed around the dining table. “One of you is getting married to Mr. Romero the Third of the Romero family, an underboss of the mafia in a few days.” His voice was void of any kind of emotions as usual, but the authority behind those words wasn’t absent. I glanced up at my identical twin, Maeve, who was sitting directly before me at the table, she had her knife frozen in the air while her mouth was parted in nothing but shock.

Emily said interrupting Mira’s explanation, “Yes, the two times he was married, both wife was murder in cold blood, but to the world, he is divorced. It was said that following his wives death, close to ten mafia organization was brutally destroyed alongside their bosses.” “Well, it’s obvious who did it,” “Yeah! Well, no one had the guts to speak out.” Emily sighed hard, “But this doesn’t say why he suddenly moved into our community, right?” “I thought that way too until I discovered that… the wives who were murder left something precious for him,” “His children?” “Yes, Natalie Kova a sixteen years old girl and Michael Kova a six years old boy,” “Wow… A mafia with kids and a young one at tha

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. "

he wondered as he didn’t realize that there was already somebody - someone was already listening to their conversation silently. ‘Rumors. Only the bosses could see and meet her but most who meet her in person already died or went to mental until they couldn’t hold it anymore and killed themselves. Honestly, I am not sure if that really happens since it was just rumors around the underground society.’ “Wow, I learned another thing about my wife.” he chuckled as well as his friend. ‘Well, since you’re her husband, I’m sure nobody in the mafia world will mess with you unless they were new in the field.’

Kael Visconti. Standing tall, exuding an aura of quiet authority, Kael Visconti was a man whose mere presence commanded attention. A tycoon, a billionaire—his name alone sent whispers through elite circles, but it wasn’t just his wealth that made him feared. There were rumors, dark and persistent, that the Visconti family wasn’t just powerful in business but had ties to something far more dangerous. Some claimed they were the unseen force controlling the city's underworld, their influence stretching into places no law could reach. And at the center of it all was Kael Visconti himself—the rumored mafia don.

Augustin looked surprised and happy to see Paul, his father-in-law. But he looked away from the elder man with shame. Augustin failed to protect Paul's daughter, his wife. Failing to protect ones wife is considered the biggest failure of a mafia man. Being a boss himself, he let Alexander trick him and couldn't do anything when his wife and daughter were dying. Augustin is a proud man by nature. So he is still unable to bear this kind of failure. He is feeling that he lost the right to be called the boss. So he didn't correct his men when they addressed him as Mr. Montana.

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?]

"You two didn't screw each other again?" Vivian was quiet for a moment, picking at the label on her ice cream container. "I mean, yeah. What else would it be? He's part of that world. The mafia world. They don't do relationships. They do sex, control and possession and then they move on." "That's not fair," I said. "Russel is married with kids. Nikolai is married and just had a baby. And the other one, Vincenzo, I hear he's happily married with a kid too. They clearly do relationships."

I was ridden with the joy that comes with getting married to the person you love. When you’re twenty-three and getting married, it may seem like the best thing happening to you. Everyone was excited, including my father – Danielo Mahonnas – which was an unnatural thing, considering how strict and hardened the man is. But Rafael is a Conti, the son to my father’s second-in-command and in the Mafia society my family belonged to – The Vices – it is always smiled upon when there is a marriage between the children of the mafia lords. So we all prepared for the wedding that was supposed to be the biggest in Newark this year. The Mahonnas and The Contis, a match made in the mafia heaven, a combinat