Novel & Cerita Mafias Kidnapped Wife

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?]

"No one will dare to look at my wife funny.you are supposed to go out with them anyways.people will look at you funny if you are seen without bodyguards.bad people will target you.you are the wife of a mafia boss.it Is for your own safety,mia Moglie " "I will like to finish college then".I blurted out.pushing my food aside to face him...I didn't even know I wanted that until I uttered it out loud now. "I haven't been able to attend college because I couldn't afford it, but I had plans of going".I continued."now that you kidnapped me and forced me to marry you.i still want to experience that life.i want to have friends and go to parties and live like a normal girl too". "No parties".he scowls

Andrew said. The couple were making plans without knowing that Odessa was already kidnapped.

The dress, well, it wasn’t the one I would have chosen, but it exuded the wealth and power that I was about to marry into. But no amount of perfection could hide the ugly, horrific truth. This marriage was a lie. And I was a captive bride in all but name. It had all started when I was trying to help my best friend Ilsa, a detective with the LAPD, and her husband Roman, don of the Marchetti Mafia, save a young Russian girl—Sveta Orlov—who had been ripped from her family at the expense of her maniacal father. Since I was the only one that Ilsa knew who spoke Russian, they had brought her to me, and I had helped concoct a foolproof plan.

Standing at an imposing 6'3", he boasted a toned physique, an outward display of strength that matched the coldness in his personality. On paper, he was painted as a young CEO billionaire, the epitome of success and prosperity. However, Feliza knew better. Beneath his successful and wealthy exterior, he concealed a darker truth—he was part of the mafia, a world of hidden dealings and a lifestyle far from the polished image he showed to the world. Standing there, the contrast between his public image and the concealed reality highlighted the complex and mysterious nature of the man she was about to marry. As she approached the altar, and Shan, the man she was about to marry, took her hand in

It is possible that the last few words of the oath that men had to swear when they were initiated into the mafia might have just as easily been the last words of my wedding vow: "I enter alive, and I will have to get out dead." I should have fled while I still had the opportunity to do so. It was impossible to get away now, as hundreds of faces belonging to the Chicago and New York Familias gazed back at us. Divorce was not an option. In our world, the only acceptable way for a marriage to come to an end was through death. In the event that I was still able to evade Damon's vigilant eyes and those of his minions, the fact that I violated our agreement would result in war. There is nothing my

' That's when he started pacing with the gun still in his hand why can't you just keep your mouth shut Zoe at this point you'll end up getting yourself killed. ' This is not an obsession don't you see that I love you! 'I saw that he was getting frustrated. ' I didn't want to do anything to Emma I love my sister okay? I had nothing to do with her kidnapping,you have believe me baby.' he looks at me with pleading eyes, I didn't know what he was capable of so I just nodded. 'Why did you let them do that to her?, she doesn't deserve any of this Rodrigo.' 'She will live.' is all he said I just kept quiet.

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.

Morrison's parting words echoed: Let's see how long your marriage lasts when you can't even see each other. My cellmate was new a massive man with gang tattoos covering his arms, eyes that assessed me like meat. "Castellano," he said. "Heard about you. Mafia prince, right? Bet there's a nice bounty on your head." "Probably." I sat on the bunk, kept my posture relaxed despite every instinct screaming danger. "You planning to collect?" He grinned, showing gold teeth. "Depends. How much is your life worth to you?" "More than whatever they're offering."

I asked confused. “She did not,” he said while leading me out the door. “She was blackmailed. Her brother had been caught with a mafia's girl and Enrico wanted to kill him so she offered herself and her brother to be in his service to spare her brother's life and keep the information away from the man. This flash is video evidence” Luca said, grabbing my hand. Oh…he was helping someone. He led me out into the parking lot and told me to get in while he got into the driver's seat himself.