Novel & Cerita Mafias Kidnapped Wife

They were bound and gagged, terror clear in their expressions. My heart stopped. They were real. I was not alone. "Satisfied?" Vincent asked. "Three more hybrids, all successfully kept dormant through careful medication and memory suppression. Unlike you, Liana, these three have been cooperative." "Because they do not remember what you stole from them." Dominic's hands fisted at his sides. "What do you want, Moretti?" "A simple trade." Vincent's expression did not change. "My daughter for these three hybrids. You return Liana to me unharmed, and I will deliver them to your compound within the hour."

“And number three…you let me brand you. And the last option is: all of the above.” I didn’t like any of the options and I didn’t want to choose a single one. I definitely didn’t want him to tie me up or mark my body in any way. My body still broke out in cold sweats every time I thought about the time he tied me to the bed after he kidnapped me. Those days felt so long ago when it face it’d only been about three weeks. My life changed so much since then. I was someone I never thought I’d be. I was the wife of a Mafia lord. I was married to my sister’s fiancé. Life couldn’t be any more unpredictable.

But not Alexandro. He sat at that table like he owned the room. His father, Marco Campania, was already a legend. Ruthless, strategic, feared across Europe. But it was Alexandro who stole all the attention without saying a word. Even my uncle—the leader of the Leoni—kept glancing at him. There was something magnetic about him. Dangerous. Royal. And absolutely off-limits. You see, Alexandro had sworn never to marry anyone from the mafia. His father had been trying for years to get him to choose a wife. Every time, Alexandro refused. He had one condition: the woman he married had to be innocent. Clean. No knowledge of mafia life. No blood ties. No involvement.

“Look at the CCTV to find out who kidnapped her.” The church had only one CCTV. All others were dysfunctional. And the men entered from the back door. They were all covered in black including their masks. Thus were not easily recognizable. “This is the marriage happening between two mafia families and you did not even have the thought to check the CCTV before you booked the church. Did your brain go to bake cakes, Tom?” Dave shouted at him once again.

If I didn’t know that man was my husband—the father of my baby—I would have sworn they were a couple, happy and in love. “Isabella Caruso? The doctor is ready for your examination,” the nurse called. Vincent turned, his face drained of color, his eyes scanning the hallway. He must have heard my name. When his eyes landed on me, his mouth opened, but no words came out. I had been happily married to Vincent Falcone, my mafia husband, for nearly ten years. This year, I was finally pregnant with his child. He of all people should know how difficult is for me to have the baby now. How could he do this to me?

I refused to believe him and threatened him to stop his cheap tricks. Then he sent me your photo. I called him back and he told me to meet him the next day. I went to meet him the next day and I got shocked to see that it was Elijah ,the mafia boss. He informed me about your whereabouts and confessed to me that he kidnapped you as he desired to marry you. I was so mad at him that I didn't know what to do. I knew that nobody could help me as he was the mafia. He tried to make me understand his feelings but I refused to listen to him and

Drake’s chief in command shifted his position as he spoke, “If Russo is involved, things will get way too messy.” I slowly turned to look at him, “Messy?” He nodded, “His influence extends beyond Italy.” I stared at him for several seconds before I spoke again, “My Wife was kidnapped.” Heavy silence followed. “My Wife was hurt,” I continued. Their gaze met mine, but they didn’t say a word. “My Wife was tied to a chair with a gun pointed at her head,” The moment my words landed, the air around us chilled. “So, tell me. What exactly is messier than that?”

"I have every right to do as I please with you because I own you, and your Rosa must have made you come here to pay her debt." "Debt? That's impossible," I angrily shouted, panting heavily. "Nana can never owe a monster like you, let alone have anything to do with one!" "Your Nana, or should I say the infamous Donna Rosa, former mafia lord and leader of The—" Kael began. As Kael's words echoed in my mind, I felt like I was drowning. My Nana, a mafia lord? It couldn't be true. She was always so kind, so gentle. Could those same hands have pulled triggers, and ordered hits?

"That depends on you, my dear. Because if you refuse, I will consider the debt unsettled. I will be forced to retaliate against your family. Is that what you want?" "You won't hurt my sisters." A dark brown eyebrow raised. "No?" We stared at each other, and I tried to see inside his head, to figure out if he was bluffing. I couldn't tell. The man was good at hiding his thoughts. But even if he promised not to hurt Emma and Gia, he might kill my father. "What does your wife think of you kidnapping a woman to marry your son?" "My wife died many years ago." A lump formed in my stomach. Had he killed her? Or was she killed by a rival family? The mafia was violent and cruel, and that's why my mot

I replied, wiping my tears, as I avoided his gaze. Now he's got what he wanted. “ I'm washing their fucking hands off your body tonight.” Cassius gritted and started the car, driving with full speed. As he drove, my mind kept dwelling back at what happened back at the place where I was kidnapped. The Mafia boss who kidnapped me, called Cassius, Satan's heir. And as far as I know, there was just one Mafia Lord who is called Satan's heir in all of Tuscany Italy, but it turned out to be Cassius? How?