Mafia Wife Novels & Stories

“I don’t understand…” Mia turned to me and sighed before she began. “When I married my husband, my father-in-law told me that I was Mrs. Romano first, and then Viktor’s wife. That means I have a bigger role to play that being a trophy wife. Whatever I do or say would be a reflection on my husband. The same applies to you now. The men in this family might be the one running the business, but they can’t do it without us making them look like the Gods of Chicago.”

I didn’t know how—or why—but I had awoken in someone else’s life. Sierra De Luca. Mafia heiress. The only daughter of Viktor De Luca—one of the most dangerous men alive. According to the nurse who’d whispered outside my room, Sierra had been in a coma for two years after surviving an assassination attempt. They never caught the shooter. But the bullet lodged in her shoulder had torn through her ribcage and left her half-dead. And now… she was awake. Except she wasn’t. I was. I raised a trembling hand to the mirror, brushing my fingers across my new face. I barely recognized my own gaze anymore.

I guess I couldn’t be all that surprised when I was the one who had abandoned her. “Are you scared our father will find out about your being here, or are you scared your husband's secrets will be out and he will be defeated in the war. Don’t pretend you care about me. All you care about is your bastard child and your murderer of a husband.” “Who knew the woman who escaped from the mafia would end up marrying the Pakhan of the Bratva? I have to admit, I thought you would remain a nun forever, Liv.” She was being sarcastic and taking jabs at me. I didn’t think I would ever end up with a man in the mafia, and yet I had married one. Some would call me a hypocrite, but I wouldn’t be me if I liste

“Mother. You are asking things which are too personal to me.” She chuckled. “Personal? We are mafia wives honey. There is nothing personal in our world. You are lucky you didn't marry an Italian or you would have been fucked raw on the white sheets because your husband wanted to dwell as much blood as possible out of your vagina to boost his ego infront of the whole world. Women would have checked your thighs and body to see bruises because it showcases how wild your night must have been. You would have been slapped and punched by your husband had you denied him anything. And next day you would have to sit with everyone with a black and swollen face!”

He had completely lost his former elegance, his eye sockets sunken and cheekbones protruding as if he had not eaten properly in days. However, his eyes burned with a frightening intensity, filled with obsessive love and desperation. I had not expected to see him at this moment, and I felt genuinely surprised. He stumbled forward, his voice trembling. "Aurelia… You can't marry him... You're my wife..." The guests began whispering among themselves, some shocked. Members of the Moretti family rose to their feet, hands moving toward the weapons at their waists.

The number matched what Marcus had warned about Richard's insurance policy, his way of ensuring we didn't survive long enough to testify. "Von," I said. "My husband. Is he " "Same bounty. Different block. Probably already has ten guys planning how to collect." Jade studied me. "You really married him? The mafia prince?" "Yes." "Why? Love or strategy?" "Does it matter?" "Might matter if you survive. Love makes you weak. Strategy makes you dangerous." She paused. "I'm betting on strategy, given how fast you two tied the knot. Smart move, actually. Harder to turn you against each other if you got legal bindings."

"What did you just say?" Bianca sobbed so hard her makeup ran down her face. "The baby isn't yours. He's Marco's. My cousin's. My father was afraid the scandal would ruin the arms contracts, so he pushed me into this marriage. The drug... I switched the drug. I only wanted to secure my place." Gasps rolled through the chapel. Luca looked like a man slapped in front of the entire underworld. The wife he had pushed aside for power was the Chairman's daughter. The woman he had been desperate to marry was carrying another man's child. The legitimacy he thought he was buying had been a joke from the start.

He rose to his feet. And I stepped back, instinct kicking in. He cocked his head slightly as he studied me, brown flames dancing across the surface of his eyes. “As husband and wife, our bond is sacred. Our loyalty is unbreakable, our trust is undoubtable.” He took another step toward me. “When you call me, I will answer—always. We’re partners. We’re accomplices. We’re family.” He backed me up farther. “Don’t you pull that shit ever again.” When my back hit the stone wall and there was nowhere for me to go, he pressed his face closer to mine. “When you see my name on the screen, you don’t fucking hesitate. You take that call like it’s life and death. Disrespect me like that again, and this w

He sealed off the entire stretch of sea and called in over a hundred ships to search the waters endlessly. Tony stayed by the water the whole time, refusing to eat, drink, or sleep. Within days, he became unrecognizable. He looked like a madman, with his beard unshaven and his eyes sunken. The media turned the tragedy into a frenzy. [Wife of the Gambinos’ Heir Jumps to Her Death!] [Grand Wedding Becomes Grand Funeral!] [Mafia Heir’s Love Story Ends in Tragedy: Why Did His Beloved Wife Took Her Life?]

she explained with a big smile. "Is that true? Then is it true that he is a mafia head? Then who is that woman? his wife?” asked Alicia. “Head of the Mafia…well I have to correct it, used to be the head of the mafia..now no, the woman he was with is not his wife…more like… hmmm…” she is silent and seemed to think of the right term. “Fuck buddy, she is a woman from Asia and a widow with one child, her child just died two weeks ago… a little girl named… Raine??”