Married To A Gangster Mga Nobela at Kwento

Grant, the innkeeper, was folding linens in front of a small TV playing the local news when I slipped inside. She looked up, smiling so warmly I almost forgot people here were suspicious. “Morning again, dear! You settling in?” “Yes, thank you,” I said. “Everything’s been lovely.” She nodded. “You two make a sweet couple. My husband saw your fella down by the docks earlier.” A ripple of unease slid down my back. “Oh?” “Yes, said he moved like someone who knew what he was doing. Fishermen thought he was ex-military.” She laughed lightly. “Guess he just gives off that vibe.”

I turned him down, my heart breaking. Then I married the head of another mafia family, Riccardo Moretti. And in the end, Angelo married Gia. For ten years, Riccardo paraded a string of mistresses in front of me. But then his favorite, his "little rose," threw a jealous fit over me and ended up dead. Riccardo went mad. He tied me to the back of his yacht and dragged me through the sea until I crashed into the rocks. I lay in a cold hospital bed, a white sheet covering my legs.

Waking up with such an awful dream was to face another terrible reality of her life. Well, this is her marriage: a marriage that still feels like a mystery and will always remain a mystery to her. She was mysteriously married to the Almighty Alexander Georgia: the billionaire mafia lord.

“I’ve just come from one of the orphanages sponsored by the royal pack, and I’d like to know about your relationship with Abigail,” I opened the conversation and went straight to the point. “Abigail…” she murmured. “The orphanage director told me you once came to adopt a boy but changed your mind and saw me at the playground with Abigail,” I tried to jog her memory. “Yes…” she let out a sigh and began telling me of what happened back then. “Many years ago, my husband, a member of one of the mafia gangs, fell in love with me at first sight and even went so far as to reject his mate, forcing me to marry him,” she said.

All that is happening right now is like Hunter's biggest nightmare, to see me go. Not to university or to another country but to a gang leader's house, to live as his wife. I am not too worried about all this as this is not my first time dealing with a hard headed man like Vladim and especially because this is only going to happen for 6 months, I hope. Everything happened so fast, in about 3 days we went to court and got married and I'm now about to leave my home with my luggage.

she spoke too fast, she smiled, trying to mask her feeling, I’ve had enough for the day I believe. He smiled back at her more of a smirk, like he could see through her mask. “Can I know your name beautiful?” he asked and she had this weird feeling like seating here, with this young man was wrong, like she were cheating on Xavier, even if that wasn’t true. “I’m married”, she said, seeing the need to inform him that she was not single or searching. “I know that you are married to Xavier McClain, Australian Mafia Leader” he announced, but she could hear the way he highlighted the words ‘Mafia Leader’. He thought she didn’t know, or at last he wanted to be sure.

I took a walk along the garden for a little while enjoying the serenity of the afternoon breeze hitting my face as I took in the surrounding scent. I was now the wife to the Italian Mafia family who were known as the De Luan. Mason was in charge of his family's companies and businesses all around the country as well as his Mafia's family dealings and underground businesses. I did dream of becoming a wife to the Mafia world not to Mason but Christian but right now I believed he wasn't meant to be in my destiny. One whole year had passed and my life didn't seem to change one bit. My husband Mason was always indifferent with me and wasn't interested in our sham of a marriage like me but I did w

This luxury lounge-looking place… was a biker gang’s base? I just stood there in shock, realizing that I had just walked right into their den with all my innocence. My head felt like it was going to explode as Arum’s words suddenly echoed in my mind. “Don’t get involved with GGS, Ayu!” Those words rang like a loud warning. And yet, here I was, in direct contact with the most feared gang in school, right in their lair! And the scariest part? I was already … the wife of their leader!

I stood up and landed a solid kick straight to her chest. "Out of my way!" Gina screamed, crashing to the ground a few steps away. "You're just a slutty stripper. You think you can become Marco's wife and the Donna?" I pointed down at her. "According to the Colombo family rules, if I shot you right now, no one would dare to stop me. Yet, you want me to get on my knees? The fact I'm not making you kneel and lick my heels right now is me being merciful!"

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.