Married To Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

"No mom. It's hard to explain, but he's just different; his life revolved around life and death, which means we're involved in his life now because I'm his wife." She remove my hand and looked at me "I don't understand," she said, "What do you mean? How is he different?" I sighed and told her all about how we had met and what he had told me about himself. "He's a mafia boss, and whenever his life is in danger, we're in danger."

I shook my head, tears streaming down my face. "Ashley, please…" She pleaded and when I finally looked into her amber eyes. She still had a smile on her face but they were so glassy as she was trying so hard to rein her tears in. "Did you guys at least use protection?" She asked me. "I…I… yes, yes, he did. I don't know what to do, Ivana. I'm so screwed. I slept with a Mafia boss, who wouldn't let me go until I became his wife. I don't want to marry him, Ivie. I can't marry him. This man is so ruthless and has not even the tiniest bit of human feelings." I spoke, sniffing.

After some check ups, the doctor announces the condition of the Mafia Boss. "Señor just got a minor injury and nothing serious. He'll be staying for 2-3 days to run some tests, just to be sure. I'll take my leave." "M-Marcella… where's my amata?" He asks in a hoarse voice. "She's with that cursed child." Felicia, elegant cousin of the Mafia Boss, replies while looking at her newly polished nails. "H-How about her? What happened?" Enrico remembers the accident, the scenarios replay in his head when he heard them talking about Mariella.

I tell him, flashing a smile at the onlookers as we swayed to the music. "They are looking for some action, you know. We are supposed to be happily married, mia moglie." The accents rolls off of his tongue as he calls me 'my wife' and directly tickles me in the core. We are going to have a problem if his accent turns me on when it appears only when he lies. "Everyone in the high society knows how arranged and business marriages work." I roll my eyes. "Trust me, these people cannot wait to have the cake and go home and gossip about how Paige Mathewson, the crazy bitch, ended up with this catch." I nod in his direction.

he said and I hit him "Rodriguez? who the fuck is Rodriguez?" The Witch asked "Oh Mrs Luna Rodriguez she remarried," he said making me hit him more "What?" She asked "Yeah she married Matteo Rodriguez richest mafia king alive," Jack said "Mafia!" The witch yelled and Jack hung up "Idiot why? I'm not married to that bastard," I said "Stop hitting me woman," he said and we started laughing When Rosy came back we spend the day having fun. After dinner, I tucked Rosy in and let her sleep.

So, she could tell Jacob about it. “Compensation? There’s one thing I want.” “Okay. Name it.” “I want you to marry me.” “It’s impossible! I’m already married.” “You can divorce him. Don’t you know who he is?” She looked at him. “I know who he is.” “I bet you don’t know that he’s a mafia syndicate leader in our country,” he said calmly. “I know about it. In fact, you are the same.” “What?” His startled voice made her angry. “I know you are a mafia syndicate leader too. Don’t deny it!”

I guess I couldn’t be all that surprised when I was the one who had abandoned her. “Are you scared our father will find out about your being here, or are you scared your husband's secrets will be out and he will be defeated in the war. Don’t pretend you care about me. All you care about is your bastard child and your murderer of a husband.” “Who knew the woman who escaped from the mafia would end up marrying the Pakhan of the Bratva? I have to admit, I thought you would remain a nun forever, Liv.” She was being sarcastic and taking jabs at me. I didn’t think I would ever end up with a man in the mafia, and yet I had married one. Some would call me a hypocrite, but I wouldn’t be me if I liste

His forceful lips weren’t lovable but it was clearly telling me I will always be his possession instead of a partner that he just now fake-promised. I’m now married to my rapist, To a Mafia leader. And most of all I’m now Mrs Armando Fucking De Luca.

“What’s a pretty woman like you doing alone in a club like this?” I gave him a half-smile, sipped my drink, then leaned back. “I’m not alone. My friend’s here somewhere. And also—I’m married.” He blinked. “Really?” “Yep.” I raised my hand, showing him the simple ring Alessio gave me. “Married to a very dangerous man.” The guy chuckled, clearly amused. “Dangerous, huh?” I narrowed my eyes playfully. “He’s in the Mafia. And he can fight. Like, really well.”

Tiara sat beside me while I anxiously fidgeted, chewing on the edge of my pinky nail, a nervous habit I couldn’t stop. I was so mad at Demetri. Angry about everything he pulled me into. But still, I couldn’t stop worrying. I was married to a man who didn’t care about rules if it helped him get what he wanted. Being with someone like that wasn’t just hard—it was dangerous. If I ever reported him or tried to tell the truth about what he was doing, my mom and sister would be the first ones hurt. That’s the kind of life I have now. I’m the wife of a Mafia Boss. If people found out... it could be the end of me. “I want to ask you something,” Tiara suddenly cut into my spiraling thoughts.