Mafia Wife Novels & Stories

“Yes, you are. We’re currently married in the eyes of the law and the whole fucking world.” I open my mouth to tell him that can’t be true, but I don’t get to say it because a wave of nausea rises at the back of my throat. I open the car door wide and stumble out. As I fall to my knees, staining my dress with dirt and mud, I throw up under a streetlight. “Chiara!” I hear Adriano’s voice as he gets out of the car. The whole you’re-my-wife thing must be something related to the mafia. He sees me as his property, and if anyone harms me, it’s a bad look for him. That’s why he couldn’t let Filippo live.

If what kind of a mistake have I ever done in order for him just to hide me as a wife, but until now the answer remains blank. I was back in my sense when his door suddenly opened. He stood and stared at me seriously while wearing nothing other than his boxer shorts. I immediately took my eyes off of him and then continued walking. Even before I could get away I heard him call his men and ordered to dispatch the woman he had slept with. I laughed softly as I walked down the stairs. Yes, it is also not new to me to hear such a command from him. He is a mafia boss after all, a ruthless one. And I, Jazzie Zamora, am his wife.

I still recall what she told me one evening after a few too many glasses of wine. “Mafia wives have to accept whatever their husbands throw at them, Sienna. We have to be the calm in their storms, the normality they come home and the mothers to their successors. We will eternally be birds in glass cages; always catching glimpses of the surface world, but never being able to join.”

A moment of silence passed between them before the mafia boss spoke again. "How about this deal? Drop the case against your ex-wife—" "How do you—" "Wait! I'm not done talking yet!" The mafia boss's voice rose a little, and Jeff felt embarrassed. "As I said! Withdraw the case against your wife, and annul your marriage. It's that simple. I know, and you know that your wife is innocent," said the mafia boss. I was shocked by what the mafia boss said to my ex-husband, I did not expect that their deal would end there.

Would our marriage be entirely loveless like my parents? Not that I cared, I would just tolerate her and have my way with women behind her back. I'm sure she would do the same. I was not even told of her name, what she looked like or what she was like. But she was a woman. The boss of the Italian mafia. How could that be? Women are weak and too emotional. She would be the destruction of the mafia. I chuckled at how the most fierce and depraved mafia in the world would fall at her hands. Everyone knows only a man can run a mafia.

Toby responds in a frustrated tone, getting up to leave while I stare at him with wide eyes. "I cheated on you, Toby. Archer initiated it, and I let it happen. I'm sorry. I understand this is a massive betrayal, and I know it means the end of our relationship. Please forgive me if you can," I blurt out, I continue staring at the coffee table, still avoiding looking up at his face. "Oh, Georgina, you married a mafia man. They will force you, but you have to give in. It’s better to just give into what they want-”

I took a walk along the garden for a little while enjoying the serenity of the afternoon breeze hitting my face as I took in the surrounding scent. I was now the wife to the Italian Mafia family who were known as the De Luan. Mason was in charge of his family's companies and businesses all around the country as well as his Mafia's family dealings and underground businesses. I did dream of becoming a wife to the Mafia world not to Mason but Christian but right now I believed he wasn't meant to be in my destiny. One whole year had passed and my life didn't seem to change one bit. My husband Mason was always indifferent with me and wasn't interested in our sham of a marriage like me but I did w

I sighed and scoffed at the ridiculous condition. “Aitana Greyson, Alessandro’s wife runs the biggest mafia network in the U.S.” He said but I literally fell from my chair. “Mafia?” I frowned. “Yes, she is the mafia queen of American Mafia syndicate but there’s more into the story.” He paused and munched the Belgian chocolates I ordered for Adeline but he stole one box. “This one box costed me five hundred dollars including the shipping charges which I am going to deduct from your payment. So, don’t stretch it and tell me the fucking truth.” I said slamming my fists on the table.

"Your father's men were working with you?" "Some." She smiled. "I knew to win against these two mafia teams was by having someone from my family in their team. So for the Italian Mafia, I had to send a spy in the name of a maid to the Lazza territory. She got too close to the Lazza wife and she used to put some pills in her drink so she could never bear a child." My eyes widened. "And you were okay with that?" She shrugged. "So, during that time, Lazza's wife opted to adopt a child. What the maid did not know was that it was not all about adoption, it was to send me a message by killing my son and taking my grandchild."

Uno said confidently, further fueling Manuela's irritation. "Read it." Manuela read the contract, her brow furrowing at several clauses. She looked up at Uno, who was now smoothing his wet hair. "My father owed you six million, but in this contract, you're paying me for acting as your wife? Are you serious? I'm going to pretend to be your wife because my father owed you money, and you're going to pay me? Are you insane?" Manuela exclaimed angrily. Uno looked at her. "Instead of being grateful, you call me insane? Tss! Being the wife of someone like me is no joke. I'm a mafia boss, so there will be times your life is in danger, so that money is my compen—"