Married To A Gangster の小説・ストーリー

That’s probably why it stood out. The morning at the pool, the Mafia princess scanned Padre, Reinaldo, and me like she’d stepped on better things. When I learned she was married to that asshole Rocco, I felt sorry for her. She was supposed to be a princess, and if I was going to go with fairy-tale analogies, she’d ended up with a frog.

I clutched the mangled bracelet in my fist. I looked him dead in the eye. "My husband gave it to me." My. Husband. Those two words made Julian's face turn to stone. "Your… husband?" he repeated, like he couldn't process the word. "That's right." Julian staggered back a step, his eyes wide with disbelief. "You… you're with another man? You got married?" "Is that so strange?" "Of course it's strange!" Julian exploded, his voice echoing down the hall. "Two years! It's only been two years! How could you move on so fast—"

She noticed my eyes staring at her ring and shifted it backward, her lips parting to ask. “Melissa didn’t tell you?” Her question jolted me out of whatever chokehold that sight had me in. I shook my head quietly, arching my brows in inquiry. “What?” “I’m married,” she said with a smile, admiring the ring as she stared at it. “He’s part of the mafia syndicate too.” Of course, I knew too well. “Ohh. How sweet,” I chimed, leaning forward with my lips pouting in feigned adoration. “You must really be enjoying your marriage.”

The scars from that final night had faded to faint lines, reminders they both carried quietly. Lyra turned, smiling. “You clean up nice yourself. No blood this time. Progress.” He crossed the room in three strides and pulled her close, careful not to wrinkle the dress. “Couldn’t stay away. I need to see you before everyone else does.” His voice dropped low. “Still sure about this? Marrying the former mafia king in front of our weird little family?” “Never be sure of anything.” She rose on her toes and kissed him, slow and deep, tasting coffee and forever. “We earned this. All of it.”

Honestly, I did not want anybody bringing up Stella or anything that relates to her anymore ,but I know that they would. Murmurs spread around the room. The last thing I wanted was someone saying that Stella was the reason why the guns were stolen. Because I knew it would not end well if I tried to defend her. It would make it seem as if I was against my men. And I do not want them to turn their backs on me and start a fight. I do not want to harm anyone in my gang, they are my men, they are my family. “Shut up your stupid mouth. I investigated her before I married her. She’s not involved with the mafia. And besides she was a housewife before coming here,” I told them, slamming my palm hard

Whispers break out at this new piece of gossip. “So it’s true!” One of the receptionists whispers. “They’re married!” “How can she marry another guy like that?” “Didn’t she cause her sister’s miscarriage?” “Is the mob boss mad?” “Is it me or do they look like supermodels? Wasn’t she in jail? How come she looks like THAT?”

But there is no one I can possibly think of talking to, so I have to do something to entertain myself. I stood up, as I thought of going out for a walk, but I needed to get dressed in a more suitable dress that I could go out with. I immediately walked over to the closet, but immediately I flipped it open and some guns fell from it. I stared at them and shook my head. This isn't the first time seeing guns in the house, so it wasn't really new to me, besides I was married to a Mafia boss so it was expected. I quickly took out my dress and arranged the guns back to the closet before shutting it back.

“He’s ruthless, lethal and really, really powerful. When he came into the hideout where the kidnappers had taken Ethan and I to, they had instantly dropped to their knees, that’s how much he’s feared by people.” My skin crawled as I listened to my parents talk about how dangerous the person I was going married off to was, as the hair stylist did my hair up in my bedroom. I was already dressed up in my wedding dress, and my makeup had already been done to perfection by professionals. “He’s the most powerful mafia Don ever to walk the earth. Every other mafia here in Italy knows he has the final say.” Dad continued and I felt fear clog my throat once again. “And you’re getting me married off t

Not anymore. "I would really like to see you try. Yes, I am married now. I am no longer just the third-born daughter of the Don of the Cosa Nostra...I am now the wife to the Pakan of the Bratva and as such, you will treat me with the respect that you accord my husband. Otherwise, you will suffer the consequences of not only my wrath but that of my husband who presently doesn't look all too pleased by your insolence."

she said in a whisper but he heard but couldn’t believe it. “What did you just say?” Vikram asked, making her look at him. “I love you Mr. Vikram Seth” Nitra shouted. Vikram’s happiness had no end; he hugged her, not caring about what others thought. He was on the ninth cloud from her confession he knew now his life was complete. No one would be able to take her away from him now she was all his now, she was his love, his life, his BABE. SHE WAS MARRIED TO A MAFIA AND IT WAS A LOVE STORY.