Married To Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

“Mary told me about the young man whom you’ve taken interest in.” That snitch! She should better hide from me because the next time I see her, I’m cracking her skull open. “What is wrong with having an interest in someone? You got married and you had me. Don’t you want the same for your daughter? I have to pick interest in a man before it eventually develops into a relationship then we can get married.” Although that’s not the case. I never want to get married. “The young man is married Susan, never you forget that.” He paused just for effect. “We aren’t talking about any random married man Susan, we’re talking about New York's most notorious mafia boss, someone who wouldn’t mind taking you

"What could possibly be worth trading his daughter?" Rafael paused at the door, glancing back with a cold smile that didn't reach his eyes. "His life. His empire. Everything he's built. Its either you or that." He tilted his head. "You should be flattered, Seraphina. He values you quite highly." The door closed behind him, leaving me alone with the crushing weight of my new reality. I am getting married. To Rafael DeLuca. The man I loathed.

But if someone found out, fuck, I am screwed. I an only twenty three and he had offered my hand without even asking me. He never would have asked. The thought of marriage never crossed my mind. Perhaps a couple of times when I was a young girl. But l always imagined of marrying a prince. Not the boss of the American fucking mafia. The American mafia was well known for its reputation of being manipulative and brutal. They were deadly, even was impressed. The mafia boss; I did not know much about, but only his name. I was to be wedded to Ace Hernandez.

On our dinner last Wednesday, his mother told me that she’s kind of scared that her son would back out from this because he is allegedly manipulated by his girlfriend. Well, I hope his girlfriend manipulates him out of this sick marriage plan! “Your girlfriend knows about this?” I asked. I can see his jaw clenching. He inched closer as he stared into me like I have to be punished because I did something wrong. “Is she fine about this?” I figured if I piss him off, he might get angry and I would tell my mother that I don’t want to get married to someone who has anger management issues. Of course, my dad wouldn’t want me to marry a violent person!

He laughed and turned around, wiping the imaginary tear that fell. "Of course you are the wife to the shittest mafia boss in the city. He will come to save you. Rushing in like some kind of hero. Is that what you read in books? Ouuuu your savior.” Xavier stepped closer. "But he has no idea he's walking into his own death." My stomach twisted. "What are you talking about?"

Mrs Valentino adds brightly as she stares back at me, and as I stare back at me, I try all I can not to fight back the tears threatening to form. I did it... I actually did it... From this point, I'm Alyssa Valentino... and Stephano Valentino... is now my husband...

“You come when I tell you to from now on. Not her.” Desperately trying to hold back my orgasm, I nodded. “Okay.” He murmured, "Watch my wife," and made me sigh softly as he pulled on my nipple. Laila was watching her husband skillfully touch my folds. “She’s going to come for me on command, then you’ll learn to do the same thing.” I swallowed hard and stared at his profile, unable to believe that I was really here with a Mafia boss and his wife. Out of all the women in the world that they could’ve had, they chose me; they wanted me.

He smiled. I took a seat opposite Uncle Michael and looked out of the window. I couldn't help but wonder who the man is I am going to marry. Yes, you heard me right. I am getting married to some mafia boss in America. Uncle Michael asked me if I would be willing to marry someone to make our mafia stronger since the man I would be marrying was bigger and stronger than our mafia. I had to agree because Uncle Michael didn't have any children to marry off. My parents still don’t know about this arrangement and I would like to keep it that way. They can't know I married a man to help our mafia. Mom believes in love but I don’t. Love is for people who are weak.

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.

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?”