Novel & Cerita Mafia Wife

My lips formed a circle, while the woman patiently attended to my curiosity, "What's your name?" "Edwina, Czarina." "Czarina, I know for a fact that it's not my name. Alas, called me that too, last night, and you'd been addressing me that since you first stepped into the master's. What does that mean?" "It simply means the wife of the Czar. The Czar is what we call the ruling head of the rune's society. Czar meant emperor too, so Czarina means empress." "Holy hell," I blobbed out, "I went from being a fly of the society that my mother sold in an auction to a freaking empress of a mafia group?!" I maffled before I tossed my eyes back to Edwina and collected myself.

"I am Caius Falcieri. I just want to speak to my wife." The Falcieri name still carried immense weight in the European underworld. The guards looked at each other, hesitant to act. "Continue the auction," I said, my voice cutting through the silence. "We don't stop for irrelevant interruptions." "Irrelevant?" The word seemed to hit him like a physical blow. He stumbled forward. "Alessia, I'm your husband." "No," my voice was like ice. "You are the Don of the Falcieri family. Nothing more."

Then she lowered herself onto the blankets beside her husband, and Luca's arm came around her without waking, and drew her close against his chest. Beyond the window, the city glowed in its long gold smear, a hundred thousand lights, all of them hers. Somewhere across the ocean, a man in a lit room was reading the transcript of a short and courteous telephone call, and beginning to understand what he had begun. She would see to him in the morning. She would see to everything in the morning, as she always did. She shut her eyes. She had been a pawn, a ghost, a widow, and a weapon. Now she was the Mafia Bride, and her legacy was only beginning.

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".

The woman sat on the couch without responding, and she walked toward her. “What are you doing here ? Eva asks slowly.” “I understand you are astonished to see me here, but I need to meet you. You are Eva, my husband's girlfriend, or, as I prefer, his sex slave.” She looks surprised and angry; she doesn't have the right to say such things about her. “Excuse me.” “There is no need to be too innocent; I know a girl like you very well. Do you think you are special for her? It is a common thing in the mafia world to use a girl like you. You can never take my place.”

I was never good enough, but that happens when your uncle is in the Mafia, I guess. It's not what you think; Carmen isn't a pedophile, but she gets off on some sick shit, just not little kids, thank fuck. As the wife of a mafia member, she holds a lot of weight. If I had disrespected her, then my uncle would have whipped me, yet I disappointed him when I allowed his wife to treat me as she did and still does. It was a never-ending battle.

Instead, there was something in his eyes that I'd never seen before, and it looked to me like he was begging and pleading with me instead. He was begging me to go back to him. I looked at him just then, blood now flowing out of his arm to his wrist, and yet, he still wasn't aware of it. He was the mafia Don, now standing in the lobby of this Grandavian hotel and begging his ex-wife to go home with him in full view of everyone else. This was the first time I'd ever seen him like this in my seven years of marriage to him. However, it was too late.

Fear flashed in her eyes, and I savored it. “I saw your message,” I whispered. “but I felt bad because It went to the wrong audience. I wanted a billboard.” “Welcome home, child,” she smirked. “You can assist in the meal section.” I scoffed in irritation. “Not when I’m your husband’s meal.” Her rage ignited. “I’ve been in this mafia game a long time!” she hissed. “Always the wife. Never second choice and right now? it's a shame to realise my own daughter keeps disappointing me."

“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?”

"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.