Mafia Wife Name Novels & Stories

She laughed for a moment—this time, it sounded genuine and full of joy. "Anyways, it's nice to meet you," Elena continued. "I'm Elena, your wife." Massimo thought it was interesting Elena only chose to use her first name. Was she trying to hide her ties to the mafia world? The Vitales weren't a big or powerful family, but locals from New York might recognize the name all the same. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Elena," Massimo replied. "As I already said, I'm the husband my grandfather set you up with."

I pushed my hair back from my face with one hand and turned to face the mirror at the far end of the room. There I was. Disheveled. Flushed. My shoulder bore the faint imprint of his grip, my neck bruised by his tight grip, and my lips parted just enough to catch the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. Pitiful. Messy. Silent. And this is me, Catalina Moretti–Lucchese. Wife of the most powerful mafia boss in Italy. A man whose name carries blood and reverence. A legacy built on iron, fire, and fear.

Most men make their way out of the building as Don Marino was nicknamed "The Don of Dons", the man became ruthless after his wife and daughter died. He walks up to Emily and kisses her on both cheeks. " Mia," he says lovingly. He eyes Giovanni up and down, the latter lost for words. "As many of you know, my late wife and daughter were killed due to this man's actions. He has held my Mia captive since she was 17 years old. She has now decided to take over the Marino family business! My Mia! The new Don!" He exclaims. August stands there, astounded. Was this Emily's plan? It didn't make sense at all. She just outed herself as the granddaughter of the most powerful mafia Don in Sicily. How woul

Boniface said. Elena sat up from the bed. "It's you. So you're the mole? My goodness!" "Please keep your voice down, ma'am. We don't want anyone finding out who you are too, do we?" He said with a smirk. That frightened Elena for a long second, but eventually, she regained her poise. "Even if I wanted to leave, I can't. Everyone's watching." "That's the thing, ma'am. You're the wife now. After Mama, you're the most revered lady in the Cali Mafia now. So you can do anything. Anything at all, ma'am".

I also placed a ring on his as I held onto his strong hand feeling his soft but calloused skin on mine. And it was done. We were announced Mr and Mrs. There was no escaping now for it was far too late. The only thing I had was my name. I was still Alessia Ferrari as I abhorred the idea of taking my husband's name, especially Ace's. My mafia knew me as Ferrari. My name held my reputation. Ace did not seem to care as he watched me sign the papers. In fact, I'm sure I saw a glimmer of pride pass through his eyes or maybe it was just pure amusement.

Was the woman already addressing her as Rico's wife? She narrowed her eyes, feeling weird all of a sudden. She wondered if this woman knew who she was and what she did for a living. Hasn't someone already told her that she brought bad luck to Rico? But it's strange. With the kind of title Rico has as the Capo, and position in the mafia world, isn't his wife supposed to come from the mafia lineage? Isn't Donna Marta supposed to be giving her shit and threatening her to leave her son, telling her she isn't worthy enough? Why then is she welcoming her with open arms and a warm smile?

threatened Diego. Vellina just scoffed for a while before finally she ended that phone call without the other side’s approval. She threw that phone to her car’s backseat because she wanted to ignore the incoming phone call, which she knew would be heard a little while later. Vellina was well aware of her husband’s characteristic. He wouldn’t want to lose an argument. Since the beginning, their marriage wasn’t something she wanted. Diego was one of many subordinates of her father, the leader of a mafia clan in Naples.

"Why? You don't want us to be friends?" "I don’t want to!" My forehead creased. "But why?!" I ask him a bit confuse. "Your my wife Mara. I don't want to be friends with you. I want more than that!" I suddenly felt my heart beat faster. "But we've tried that before. And look where it lead us." "Mara... wife..." he pleaded. I disagree. "No Maru. I don't want to go back to that process again. Now there is no other value in my life but Baby Tanya. "

“Well, look who we got here the billionaire bride.” Amelia looked up calmly. “Do I know you?” “No,” the woman sneered. “But I know your type. You think you’re better than the rest of us. Walking in here with that fancy attitude.” “I didn’t come here by choice,” Amelia said coolly. “None of us did,” another inmate chimed in, laughing. Scar Woman leaned closer. “Word is, your husband was a mafia boss. You killed him, didn’t you? Tell me, how’s it feel to shoot the man you married?”

Mafia. The future leader of a criminal organization. And I had foolishly claimed to be his wife? Where the hell had my common sense gone? From that moment on, I no longer looked at Kael as a sick man. I looked at him as someone I needed to fear. When he finally stirred from unconsciousness, his eyes fluttered open as he stared at the bedroom ceiling. A moment later, he turned toward me, where I stood leaning against the doorframe. He patted the empty side of the bed. "Why are you standing over there? Come here," Kael said, his voice hoarse. "I promise I won't hurt you again."