Mafia Wife Name Novels & Stories

“At least I got what I deserved, a healthy, happy married life ahead of me unlike you who couldn't even find a match!” Valentina's eyes widened and nose fumed in anger at Mia’s taunt. She stopped seeking for Vladimir after seeing his true face. But the reality was that, even though she got scared of him, her heart still longed for the Bratva Pakhan VLADIMIR SOKOLOV. But hearing Mia's taunt Her ego reminded her of her hidden emotions. “Don't worry about my married life, Mia. I am The Princess of Italian Mafia. My husband wouldn't be any second-in-command but the Boss itself. When I get engaged, two kingdoms would be united!”

She ignored my yelling and looked at me like she has seen a ghost. "Vera, do you know who is she?" "Wife of Italian Mafia..." I did my research last night. "No! She is the soon to be queen of Italian Mafia... Wife of Dominick Moretti aka Marino who is psycho Bastard... And daughter in law of Italian Mafia king who is Lucifer himself..." Okay, she is scaring me now. "And this family rules Italy... And hates Vladimir..." "You think I don't know about it..." I sighed. "But we can't change the fact... She is Vlad's sister..."

His voice softened. “Not that I mind, but just to clear my conscience, who is the chosen one?” “Sofia Morelli.” “This name is not strange to me.” “She is the daughter of Giuseppe Morelli, who worked for me for many years.” “A simple maid?” “She is not a maid. I'm very fond of her and her father.” “Not that I mind your charity work, Dad. But we are one of the richest families in Italy. Strange that you want to marry your heir to a maid.”

When I hung up I had questions coming from all directions. “ Well, boy? What did he say?” Angelo asked, curiously. “ He thinks she’s a midwife that didn’t show up to work for some girl named Camila Peters.” Pedro’s eyes went wide. “ Camila? As in her college roommate Camila?” What did he say? It took me a hot minute to recognize the name, I only met her the one time at the club but Pedro was the one who took her home. Camila was the same woman that was telling Katarina a Mafia King would never fall in love and that Katarina would be beaten and cheated on so I already didn’t like this woman. Now I find out she is the midwife that has my wife! Camila Peters you better not harm a hair on my ang

Nova simply remains quiet as I come apart in front of her and offers me some tissue when we hear Caterina calling for us. “I’m so sorry about that,” I say and wipe my tears away before blowing my nose. “Don’t worry about it! Let’s get you freshened up before we go meet those two again.” She says, dragging me to the bathroom to redo my makeup and reduce the puffiness of my eyes. I confide in her about how Caterina and Lilith make me feel, and she offers me a reassuring smile while her advice causes my heart to waver. “Well, that must be because Caterina is the wife of the head of the family, and Lilith is the wife of his second in command. You can’t be their partner if you’re not going to exu

“You’re a pleasure escort, aren’t you? So why am I the exception? Why don’t I get to pay for your services too?” His expression twists. “Because you’re my boss’s wife, goddammit!” His voice rips through the air like thunder. He turns away for a second, dragging both hands through his hair, trying (and failing) to calm down. When he faces me again, his gaze burns hotter. “Listen to me, Alessia,” he growls, stepping closer until our faces nearly touch. His tone drops, lethal and low. “You’re married to Alessandro Mancini. The mafia king. You know what that means?”

"It's such a pity that he still married you even though you're so weak that you failed their qualification tests three years in a row. That was really a surprise." My throat was so dry that it was almost impossible for me to say a word. Stella smiled and continued criticizing, "Though it was fortunate that he couldn't announce your marriage publicly because the Hoods cannot accept such a weak and incapable woman into their family. All they could do was wait till you were 'qualified' before they made their announcement. "However, you—the mafia boss's secret wife—are about to die. You won't live to see the day when you are acknowledged publicly.

And standing before me was my husband, Raphael Falcone, ready to clear the murderer's name. "Tell me why," A scream clawed at my throat, but I fought it down, "You know damn well who the murderer is." "Catherine, control yourself." It was Luca Vizzini, my childhood friend, who tied my hands. "Salvatore's gone, but you still have us. You're still Mrs. Falcone, still the Principessa of the Leone family." "The Leones have looked after Chiara for years. You know her father is all she has."

Despite the fact that I was smaller than the elderly man, the power and rage coursing through me made me want to tear him apart. I looked him straight in the eye and said, “Mr. Cantoli, I have not been to the Mafia as long as you have. However, I was born into it. I am Viler Costa’s daughter. The Mafia boss who forced you to hide in the safe room. Yes, I’ve heard the stories. In addition, I am married to Nicolas Ricci. He, by the way, is still your boss! I am not some little girl who needs to be preserved and coddled. I am Anaya Costa-Ricci. The head of the world’s two most powerful mafias. I can take care of myself and I can take care of this organization. If you have a problem with that, y

If she was his woman, whatever she decided to do with her life, whether she wanted kids or not, where she wanted to go, what she wanted to do, he would support her. Having the child wasn’t the only worries she had at the moment, though. Victoria was not that used to the role of a mafia’s leader wife because she would often have visitors in her house who she didn’t recognize, but could tell were dangerous people. Most of them were Ian’s guests and business associates. When she was married to Wilfred, sure, they would have a few guests here and there but it was mostly friends and not his business associates. Wilfred had a better way of separating business from personal life. But with the mafia