Novel & Cerita Mafia Wife

"The Leones have looked after Chiara for years. You know her father is all she has." For the sake of a lie, they stood by and let me be humiliated. But they forget. Before I was Raphael's wife, I was Catherine Leone. A master hacker who could breach any system. I will deliver my own justice in ways they cannot imagine. And I will make them regret it. ... "Sign it." Raphael didn't wait for my response. He slid a document, sealed with blood-red wax, across the table to me. The gesture was light, but the document landed with a crushing weight.

“That’s why you don’t have so much worry. Julia wouldn’t allow him to harm you.” “Yes. Although I didn’t know that until after I confronted him.” I look dumbfounded at my wife. She confronted a man connected to the Italian mafia in a public courthouse? This wasn’t the Claire I’d come to know nor have been married to for over five years. “Okay. Let’s get you back to the boys before I have a stroke.” I lead my wife upstairs gently and hold a hand out to Elena as we pass. I needed time to process and my boys needed their mother.

“You stole my happiness. You stole my future.” “Dominic was never yours,” I say, softer. I don’t want to provoke her. I just want to get to the door. “You don’t get it.” She steps forward and I edge back toward the stalls. “This family, this world, it has a code of conduct.” Her fingers tighten around the knife. “I’m just doing what a real mafia wife should do.” The door pushes open, a woman in her mid-thirties steps in holding a compact and fumbling in her purse.

"You’re the wife of Zver. That makes you important. You can’t just go waltzing around." That softened tone cuts deeper than a yell. I flinch, jerking back a little, and glance around as if the room will offer me reason. I don’t want to seem irrational. I get it, Aleksei is rich, maybe even famous? I still don’t know what he actually does for a living. Is he really mafia? I’ve been stalling asking, because I don’t want to hear the answer. But I should. I really should. "So what does that mean for me?" I ask, tense. "That I’m under house arrest forever? I can’t stay locked in here the rest of my life. How am I supposed to get a job?"

I found the comment utterly ridiculous. Back when Vincent and I first got together, he was just a penniless nobody with nothing to his name. It was my savings that funded his startup. I was the one who secretly directed the Capelli mafia family’s power to wipe out his competitors, and I was the one who managed all his household affairs whenever he was too busy to handle his own life. Yet now, in everyone’s eyes, I was a parasite leeching off my husband. Those people would probably never know that the woman they claimed was entirely dependent on her husband could cost every person in the house their livelihood with just a few words.

My husband Christian Messina's assistant has been blowing through my money like it's water. At the underground auction, she laughed in my face and called me a useless trophy wife. So I cut her access. She got humiliated at checkout, and the club's security locked her up for a full day and night. When Christian found out, he froze my card on my birthday. Told me I'd better figure out how to pay, or I'd be stripping down and crawling out on all fours in front of every mob higher-up in New York. What he doesn't know? I'm the heiress to the biggest mafia empire in the country. The Moretti name? That's mine. And everything he has right now—every turf, every dollar, every scrap of power? I put it

“Oh, shut the fuck up. If a mafia wife’s ‘role’ is gagging on silence while her man bangs half the city and buries the other half, then sign me up for single life...I’ll fuck who I want, when I want, and actually come screaming." Everyone was shocked at her outbursts but I knew she wasn't done with them " You bitches are just jealous. Ciara’s young, hot as hell, locking down a real boss like Jasper who crushes skulls for breakfast. What do your husbands crush? Their sad little dicks trying to last five minutes? Go inject more poison in your faces...maybe it’ll fix the bitterness from never getting properly railed.” The women flushed ugly red, mouths gaping lik

She was about to slap me but a hand blocked it. "I know she's stupid, but you can't touch her. Even your fingertips." Zach said coldly. while intently looking at his Mom. "Stop your craziness Mom! You just hate everything. I'm not happy with what you're up to. You have no right to treat Kimora like this. She's my wife and no one can hurt my wife without my permission!" Zach pulled me away so I could do nothing. I wanted to pull Athena’s hair but I knew I wasn’t in a position to do that. I was just a humble poor and married to a rich and handsome man. And also lived in a Mafia Family.

Mafia’s Maid Ashley froze on his lap as soon as she heard his demand. She was watching him without blinking her eyes as she didn’t believe the task he ordered her to do. Master Jeremy was holding a sinister smirk over his face watching her shocked expressions keenly. When she didn’t move even a bit after a few moments he bent down and sucked her nipple which was pulled out by him to wake her up from her trance.

Malik looked at him in shock. "She is my woman! Not any whore.. And true mafia never leaves his woman! But a Mafia-like you will never understand it, who even betrayed & killed his own wife, Zubaida. You will never understand the fact that a true Mafia needs to become a man first, before becoming any leader or king. But You are not a man enough to understand this because no matter what happens, no matter who comes across, True Mafia is above all that. So think before saying anything about my woman because