Novel & Cerita Mafia Wife

"I got married and I didn't tell them... Then my husband got murdered and my second husband turned out to be the one who killed my ex husband... And I am carrying superfecundation babies..." She mocked. "And it doesn't stop there, My husband is the most dangerous mafia lord in the country. Now you tell me how to explain this to them?" Mikhail chuckled. "Interesting, we should make a movie on your life." She was on the verge of crying. "I am serious, Mikhail... I am scared!" He got up and grabbed her hand to make her sit down on the bed. "I don't think you owe them any explanation. They never cared about you." She looked at him sadly.

But none of that mattered to her right now. This was her moment, the day she had dreamed about since she was a little girl. She was about to become Gaia De Luca, the wife of the powerful Marco De Luca. Even if Marco didn’t love her, even if this marriage was just a strategic alliance between two powerful mafia families, Gaia convinced herself that love could come later. After all, hadn’t those stories always ended with the enemies-turned-lovers finding happiness? She clung to that hope.

] ‘Lei è la moglie del Bratva Pakhan è stata una buona occasione da perdere ed è così fottutamente caldo, vincere, vincere fratellino e non sei stato informato perché non sei mafia non ti riguardava’ [She’s the wife of the Bratva Pakhan it was to good an opportunity to miss and she is so fucking hot, win, win little brother and you were not informed because you are not Mafia it did not concern you] He sneered as he walked towards Alessandro who lowered his eyes, ‘Avresti dovuto avvertirmi’ [You should have warned me] He said quietly unable to look his brother in the eye as Luca stepped from the shadows, ‘Thank you, Alessandro’ He said cocking the safety off his gun and pointing it at Frances

Lavender: “A Mafia’s wife,” she added and they grew more excited. At first, I thought that once they put me on camera, I would tell them I was Mafia King Nikon's wife. But when Kenzie introduced me as a rich man’s wife and everyone grew even more excited, I realized it was a terrible idea. These people hid behind masks, but their hatred for the rich people was clear. To them, stealing and hurting a boss’s wife was a twisted kink.

"Who's really famiglia here? An outsider gets treated better than your banker, your shield, the one who actually owns the safe house you’re flying into?" My voice dropped to a cutting whisper that silenced the room. "One would think Chiara was your Don’s wife." The penthouse elevator chimed then. Gina rushed to greet Chiara, who swept in wearing a couture dress that cost more than Dante’s last weapons shipment. "Chiara! God, I’ve missed you! Come in!" Gina took Chiara’s oversized Fendi luggage. "If only you hadn’t left for Milan after the engagement fell through—you’d be my sister for real!"

"You look different. Did you get work done? Or did the wedding night take the life out of you?" "And you remember Sofia," Santiago cut in, sensing the edge. Lanka nodded at Thalia. He wondered if she’d told the others about the brunch disaster. They seemed polite, but Adriana was watching him like he was a puzzle she intended to break. "Luciana makes us all pay a premium for the seats," Ricardo grunted. "Billionaires are stingy, but Mafia dons? We’re cheap." "We have to get you drunk before you'll sign the big checks," Luciana joked.

she stammered, her hands fluttering uselessly. The wail of an ambulance cut through the air as my body convulsed, the ground slamming into me. “If anything happens to him, you’re in deep shit, Emilia,” Theo snarled. “I’m not anything to him,” she whispered. Two men in orange rushed toward me, lifting me onto something hard and cold. Theo leaned in close, his shadow falling over her trembling frame. "You’re not just his wife, Emilia. You’re a Mafia Queen now."

I would fall right back into his arms, forgive the chaos, and drown in the love I never truly fell out of. And that terrified me more than Alessandro ever could. “Get up, Dante,” I said, forcing my tone to sound as cold, flat, and unfeeling as ice, keeping my eyes glued firmly to the grand staircase ahead of us. “Stop making a fool of yourself. A mafia boss doesn't kneel.” “I’m not a boss to you, Elena!” he pleaded, his grip tightening slightly against my clothes before he forced himself to let go, his large hands trembling against his thighs. “I’m your husband. I’m Jade’s father. That’s all I care about.”

Violen I forgot to look back. Many women were also injured and even disappointed. I'm proud of whoever they can laugh at even though their hearts are broken. And I feel sad for those who can't control their feelings, which in the end make them worse off. I squeezed my fingers when I heard Daliah continue her explanation, "before the incident, Kayla was raped by Noah's business partner. Kayla and Noah have mutually agreed to end their relationship. Not many people know that Kayla was also Noah's childhood friend. They all only know that Kayla is Noah's lover. You know, Noah was involved with black circles, I mean the mafia to expand his business."

That idea still creep her. “But I’m married to Daemon,” she reasoned out. “Then file for a divorce,” he said sternly as if she came out with the lamest excuse ever after being caught red-handed. “I’ll think about it.” “Don’t take your time. I don’t wait for women to make decisions. Get out.” Devon nodded and went out with seething teeth. “It’s so fucking hard to live as a woman in a mafia’s family. What do they take me for? A thing they can discard? A goods they can exchange? I can’t believe this!”