Married To A Gangster の小説・ストーリー

“She vowed never to marry but her family had another plan for her. She was way past the marriage age and no one was ready to marry a woman who was head over heels for another woman's husband. Even though they found her a couple of men, her marriage never lasted. She was still hung up to the man she lost. At last , she agreed to marry one of them, a very old man whose days were already counted. He was a drug lord too, hence the reason why she's as strong and ruthless as she is. Years later, Ann returned home. To celebrate her wedding anniversary. Everyone was invited to the party, including Alessia and her husband too.” “Why do I feel like trouble is brewing?” I muttered.

"You know what, to make things easier for us so you stop calling me a fake husband, I guess it's time we have a proper marriage so the world will know you are mine.” "Really? When do you plan to do that?” "Don't worry, when the time is right, let's clear off all crises.” "What do you mean crises, I guess those who kidnapped me must have made a mistake because I didn't hurt anyone or did you?” She asked looking at me in a strange well, I should leave her clueless so I said to her, "Hell, do I look like a Mafia member to you?” "One can't tell.” She added. "What? You calling me a gangster?”

My mind spins as I try to process it all. Just a year ago I was a young, ambitious prosecutor focused solely on my career. And now here I am, married to Declan Shaughnessy, an Irish mafia boss, and pregnant with his child. I gently rest my hand over my still flat stomach, filled with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

His grandfather cut his steak before speaking, “This marriage happened too sudden.” “We didn’t have a choice after the scandal,” Vivian replied… scandal. The word made my chest ache. My father cleared his throat awkwardly but avoided looking at me. I felt alone surrounded by people, then Ethan’s aunt leaned back in her chair and smiled at me, “So Natalie… tell us something… how does it feel marrying the man your sister loves?” The room went silent. Pain twisted in my stomach, I lowered my eyes before answering, “I didn’t steal Ethan from Layla.”

“Well, look who we got here the billionaire bride.” Amelia looked up calmly. “Do I know you?” “No,” the woman sneered. “But I know your type. You think you’re better than the rest of us. Walking in here with that fancy attitude.” “I didn’t come here by choice,” Amelia said coolly. “None of us did,” another inmate chimed in, laughing. Scar Woman leaned closer. “Word is, your husband was a mafia boss. You killed him, didn’t you? Tell me, how’s it feel to shoot the man you married?”

Her voice was adamant and as she wanted, his hands dropped from the nape of her neck as he backed away a few steps. He raked his hands through his hair as he opened one of the drawer chests, a line of Backwood and a lighter appeared and she dreaded it even more a he lit it up—Great. Her husband was a raging murderer, leader of a mafia organization, and now he smokes too. “You know, most women would jump at the opportunity to be in my bed.” He muttered, his brows furrowed at the huff of smoke. “I’m not most women.” “You’re not,” He acknowledged, dropping the cigar on the ashtray as he veered closer, he placed a finger on her cheek and brushed lightly, “Which is why I married you in the first

I was surprised when he was reluctant to sign the papers and if my bodyguards didn't hold me back, I was ready to throw hands at that man. It wasn’t easy getting him to sign the papers, but, fortunately, he eventually did. We were a happily married couple for about three months; those three months felt like they were the happiest moments of my life, until the night Daniel Carter threw it all away, by cheating on me and they turned to my worst. As each day went by, I started to realize how much of a liar the bastard was.

Harshly, but royally he pulled out the chair for himself to sit as Danica gently pulled her, with her shaky hands. She was strictly ordered to sit beside him and act like his wife since they were married tor almost 9 months. The maids quickly served them the dinner as Zeke and Danica started eating. The maids stood aside shaking, everyone feared Zeke. Of course why shouldn't they? Zeke is a mafia boss. Being cruel, heartless, brutal and rough was what he was taught to. Everyone had to think multiple times before doing anything because they knew, one wrong step and they're gone.

I was sure that I had given myself out and that he was going to know that I wasn't really his wife. We walked into his office; he took a seat, unbuttoned his coat, and looked at his computer for a while before turning to look at me. The moment his eyes fell on me, I stopped breathing; my heart started beating fast, and I was sure he could see it from where he was seated. He is a gangster who is in the mafia. I was sure he was going to kill me and chop me up into tiny pieces, and no one is ever going to know, I thought as my grip tightened on the notepad I was holding.

“I just received a little… cultural education if you will. A brief masterclass in what it means to be married to a gangster.” His jaw tightens fractionally at my deliberate use of the insulting word. He thinks he’s much more than some common hoodlum. “Do enlighten me.” “I overheard the delightful specifics of how marriage works in your world,” I say, letting the bitterness drip from each carefully enunciated word. “The public Madonna, dutifully raising the heirs while looking the other way. The private whore, keeping the Don entertained once the novelty wears off and the wife is relegated to child-rearing duties. Fidelity for the bride, discretion for the groo