Novel & Cerita Married To A Gangster

I was going to worry myself sick if I didn’t watch it. Turning away from the doors, I walked into the bathroom and turned on the sink faucet, letting the cold water run into the granite bowl. Things were coming to a head, and I could only hope that we would come out on the other side of this madness. Who would ever have thought I would be married (well, not technically) to a Mafia leader and Ilsa as well? It was hard for me to picture my bestie police officer being enamored by the very man she should want to put behind bars, but never in my wildest dreams did I think I would follow suit.Now I couldn’t live without Gavril. We were going to have a child together. We had a future, or some versi

But at the end of the paper, where the witness was written, it had my father’s signature in it. “Marriage?” “Yes, we are legally married in the eyes of the law. And your dear father, Viktor Carter, is a legal witness to our ‘marriage.’ Any questions?” “A ton! Why? Who gets married without their permission?” “Why are you shocked? Surely you have heard of arranged marriage or marriage of benefit and advantage?” “I am not getting marriage to anyone, much you, Mr.—” I looked down at the paper, and my eyes flew open. “You—you are Don Dante Romano?!”

I didn’t blame her, I understood her but I couldn’t give her what she wanted, I couldn’t afford to lose her too, just because she wants a part of this gangster life. She could play pretend for all I care. But I wasn’t going to let anyone know she was related to me or even have her face pasted out in the city. If they knew they could use her to get to me, I could lose her like I did my last wife. I couldn’t handle that. I went to my office where I wanted to take a drink, but I remembered the doc when he told me to let myself heal. I didn’t know if I wanted that.

He's waiting for you to come to your senses. "I know he is," I said flatly. Five years. Even the love faded, I knew his pride, his anger, his patterns. "But I'm not going back." A year ago, he loved me fiercely. We were planning our future. Then the Rossis came. They didn't just bring home a forgotten son—they revealed him as the true heir, the next Don, who was already promised to a flawless mafia princess from the rival Costello family. Still, he fought them. He endured three days of their brutal regime—a test meant to break him—just to secure their permission to marry me.

A light fear that appeared on his face vanished immediately with his next words. "You are misinformed. Marriage and me?" I knew he is an asshole who loves to fuck around. What Greta told me was something else. He got married but decided to hide his bride and his marriage. And that was the reason I planned to visit him. I was never against marriage until it was affecting our business or the rules we had set. Families should be kept away from Mafia's business. Once one of my eligible men left us after marriage and if he was planning the same, I must be informed beforehand.

Mother, Greta was married to Jacopo Colombo—a high profile boss of one of the biggest organised outfits in the United State. Marcello always wondered if Greta was forced to marry Jacopo because the Mafia was well known for their contract or arranged marriage, whatever they call it. Traditionally women in Mafia families were kept outside the business side of things. Greta was simply a mother and housewife. He had never seen Greta and Jacopo showing any kind of love towards each other. It was obvious Greta respected her husband but didn't love him. Marcello wasn't interested in those two words 'marriage and love'. Not even kids.

He was married… to Isabella, my best friend, no less. I thought I was doomed. Completely, utterly doomed. Eric Graves appeared, like a flicker of hope cutting through the darkness in my life. I had thought how could I possibly be good enough for him? He was the most powerful mafia leader in New York City, and I was just a woman with a record, nothing but shattered pieces to offer. But Eric told me to never worry about being good enough, that he loved me for who I was. Now, standing here, I realized that I had married the very monster who had made my life a living hell.

Mrs Valentino looks at me with calm detachment, like she already knows how this ends, while Mr Valentino leans back in his chair, his fingers steepled beneath his chin, curiosity and focus clear on his face. “There are, of course, conditions,” Mrs Valentino says. Of course there are. There’s always a catch. I lean back slightly, bracing myself for whatever comes next, remaining silent as I wait for her to go on. “You will be married to our son, Stephano Valentino, by the end of this week. The ceremony will be private. Legal. No press.” My head spins. This week? Married? I blink at her, trying to process the words. “This week?”

He could make a kid pee in his pants just by his looks. "....I am sure that he will not be distracted by girls anymore. He will stay with his girl even after taking my position of next Capo" his lip twitched. His smile is more dangerous than Xaphan's. I stood up as I couldn't take it anymore. The only thing that was going on in my mind was that the man who is going to marry me is in Mafia! Mafia means drugs, blood, guns, murders. How could I marry a man whose profession is a crime? How would he spare my family when they don't hesitate in killing their own family members for their selfish motives.

Everyone cheered, and we pulled apart, smiling. "I love you, Mrs. Gravano," Johnny said. "I love you too, Mr. Gravano." We turned to our family and friends. They were all smiling at us as we made our way down the aisle. I can't believe that I'm married to a mafia leader, but I wouldn't change it for anything in the world. 1 year and a few months later…