Mafia Husbands Novels & Stories

HIS SECRET WIFE: (MARRIAGE OF CONVIENCE MAFIA ROMANCE) Tropes: Forced promiximity, Plus size FMC, Mafia, Sweet mafia romance, marriage of convience, Brandy: My husband is disgusted and ashamed of me. Everyone laughed when I walked down the aisle. We were forced to marry and all he wants to do is get rid of me. His family resorted to starving me for days so I could lose weight. Once again, I am alone. I just need to keep my head down and stay out of his way.

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.

“You said it was urgent Nina, what about it?” “Well,” I drawled. “There's some bad news Javier. I know that the initial agreement was that I would marry Alceo and then we would finish him off, so you get to be the one in control of the Russian mafia too. And then then I get to rule beside you as your wife.” “So,” he looked at me closely, piercing me with his gaze. “Alceo has been dethroned by the elders of the house. And power has been given to his brother Uri,” I stammered at my last words, hoping that he wouldn't do something irrational to me.

"That depends on you, my dear. Because if you refuse, I will consider the debt unsettled. I will be forced to retaliate against your family. Is that what you want?" "You won't hurt my sisters." A dark brown eyebrow raised. "No?" We stared at each other, and I tried to see inside his head, to figure out if he was bluffing. I couldn't tell. The man was good at hiding his thoughts. But even if he promised not to hurt Emma and Gia, he might kill my father. "What does your wife think of you kidnapping a woman to marry your son?" "My wife died many years ago." A lump formed in my stomach. Had he killed her? Or was she killed by a rival family? The mafia was violent and cruel, and that's why my mot

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry it happened this way." A hollow laugh escaped me. "Which part? The kidnapping? The threats? Or the forced marriage?" "All of it." We sat in silence for a moment, the reality of the situation settling between us like a physical weight. "Why would your brother even want this?" I finally asked. "He hates me. And he could have killed my father without dragging me into it." Lilliana sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Rafael doesn't do anything without purpose. A marriage alliance gives him control of your father's territories without bloodshed. Without a war that would cost lives on both sides."

I tell him, flashing a smile at the onlookers as we swayed to the music. "They are looking for some action, you know. We are supposed to be happily married, mia moglie." The accents rolls off of his tongue as he calls me 'my wife' and directly tickles me in the core. We are going to have a problem if his accent turns me on when it appears only when he lies. "Everyone in the high society knows how arranged and business marriages work." I roll my eyes. "Trust me, these people cannot wait to have the cake and go home and gossip about how Paige Mathewson, the crazy bitch, ended up with this catch." I nod in his direction.

Rodion Konstantin —------- I tossed the keys back on a nearby slab and walked to the mini bar in the house. I craved a drink so badly. I took a bottle of tequila, and without using a glass, I began taking heavy sips with the bottle. The whole marriage contract sabotaged me. There was no way Romero signed a contract; he hated knowing that Alessia was out here in mafia territory. I needed to meet him so quickly. He also had a pending business with me; I would blow his brain if he thought Alessia would be safe married to Mafioso.

I winked. "Who the hell are you?" He asked. "The silent killer. Wife of Kaal, the most feared mafia Legion in India," I muttered. "What? Shit, sorry, I had no idea who were you, I take my words back. We don't intend to sleep with the wives of mafia bosses," he spoke, apologising to me. Well, one thing I do tend to like about this mafia business. Most of the people, even though sex-hungry, don't dare to lay their eyes on their leader's wives until their husbands are the predators. And as much as I know Kaal, he isn't sex hungry.

I was forbade to ever speak to my family and friends ever again. I knew what my husband's job was. I knew what it meant to be a Costa's wife, I was the daughter of Karlos Ramano. the ramanos and the Costas were two of the largest and most powerful mafias in all of New England. but it didn't prepare me for the next 3 years of the roller coaster mess of a marriage i was now trapped in. some days were better than most. the beatings only happened every few weeks or so. but when Dylan was on a trip, I knew what happened when he came home. some trips i could seduce my way out of a beating other trips, I wasn't so lucky.

My husband, Damien Falcone, had 99 lovers. He gave them all up when he fell for me. Now, for number 100, he's dragging me to hell. My husband was missing. Right when we needed him most—the arms deal with the Castellano family. My father had no choice. He took me with him. The exchange at the docks was going smoothly. Too smoothly. Then they heard our bottom line, and the smiles died on their faces. "Five million? I thought you could go as high as ten."