Married To Mafia Boss Novels & Stories

"They treated me like a maid... Aunt Theresa... She hurts me whenever I do something wrong... She never treated me right! And guess what? I even had to marry someone I don't love just so I could save their family!...." Miss Rovan's eyes widened. "W-What? Y-You are married? B-But why? To whom?" " I married a mafia boss. Daddy owed him a huge amount of money and because he threatened Daddy that he would kill us if he don't give me to him, I had to volunteer myself and marry that man." "Oh, Eva... I'm so sorry, Eva... I'm so sorry..." "And now, that's the reason why I had to face all of these things..."

Maybe in the past but not now. She turned away from me as if she didn’t believe me. I grabbed her chin and forced her to look at me. “ I am marrying you, not her. I am with you, not her, and I am in love with you, not her.” “ But you are still a mafia boss, Alejandro…I-I know how these things work. Mafia Bosses cheat on their women all the time, not to mention when I saw you in the tabloids, you had a different girl on your arm every week.”

He leaned down at her level and whispered to her as he removed hair from her face and tucked the loose strands behind her ear. "You should be, you know! You clearly underestimated me. I'm a mafia boss, my lady. And you helped me to become one, thanks to you!" He rasped as he moved closer to place a kiss on her forehead, warm and affectionate. "Mafia?" The words came out of her mouth as a gasp because it was too much to process at the moment. "Yes my amore! Italian mafia! How do you feel being the wife of such a powerful man?" He asked her, holding her both hands in his.

"Elena, listen, this wasn't how I wanted you to find out, but the truth is we've been married from the beginning. I've always been your husband." That didn't exactly shock Elena—she doubted anything could right now—but it wasn't expected either. That would mean Mr Fabio was Massimo's actual grandfather. "Mr Fabio is part of the mafia?" Elena asked. Massimo squinted, clearly confused. "Yes—well, he's retired and doesn't stay involved these days. But that's not the point. The point is we've always been married." "Why didn't you say anything then?" Elena asked.

She quickly clicked on the article to read the rest of the story "Mr. Luca Corleonesi was sighted at the airport today where he went to see the actress Miss Sophia Canalis off. They were seen hugging and Miss Sophia had proceeded to kiss him on the cheek which he didn't decline. Mr. Luca Corleonesi was ranked number one top ten most eligible wealthy bachelors by Forbes earlier this year. Could this be the start of a blooming romance and the end of his bachelor life? Can't wait to find out." She checked when it was published and saw that it was dated a year ago. She blinked rapidly, her eyes could not believe what she just read "He had a girlfriend? Sophia Canalis of all people was his girlfr

“You come when I tell you to from now on. Not her.” Desperately trying to hold back my orgasm, I nodded. “Okay.” “Watch my wife,” he murmured, tugging on my nipple and making me moan softly. Mallory was watching her husband skillfully touch my folds. “She’s going to come for me on command, and 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 they could’ve had, they’d chosen me; they wanted me.

My mind raced and as usual, I forced myself to say something smart to infuriate him more but my gut feeling wouldn’t let me. He was right. I’d decided to leave the mafia but knew it was no small task. I knew I was ready to risk it all and had to be smart about the decisions I was to make. “I’m not marrying a woman from the Orlova family,” I finally said. My father walked over to the other side of the room, filled two cups with whisky, then walked back, dropping one in front of me.

"Of course you do. I know you like the back of my hands, girlfriend. And hey, he is a mafia boss. Just like in your stupid books, which I am so happy got burnt as well." I scoffed in disbelief. "You literally got what you have been wishing for," "I know, right? I thought the same thing." "But it is twisted. No, scratch that. It is forbidden." I heaved a sigh. "Girl, he is MARRIED. He clearly loves his wife. That is why he fucked her at that pool. I mean, he has been fucking her, but he decided to do that at a pool, which is fucking romantic." I furrowed my brows at her blunt way of saying things.

I kept chanting in my head to rid myself of the guilt that I just cheated for the first time in my seven years of marriage. After getting dressed, I glanced once more at the sleeping man on the ruffled bed before stepping out of the hotel room. He was the new manager that joined the company a few months ago, a handsome bachelor who I had to lead on so I could get my hands on the promotion that my husband needed so badly. Speaking of my husband, Richard must be waiting for me to give him the good news; that I had successfully done what he asked. I arrived home tired and walked straight to the bedroom assuming that Richard was in there since I couldn't find him anywhere else in the house. I st

He said. "It's nothing." "Guess, I should go then. My work here is done." I turned to take my leave. "I'm sorry." He said and I halted. I turned back to him, and asked, "What for?" "Forcing this marriage on you." "Tell me, why did you?" He stood up from his office chair, "Actually, I got married to you as I had an ultimatum." "Ultimatum? What are you talking about?" "To be a Mafia lord, one needs to have a wife. It's the final requirement. I was faced with an ultimatum and you were the only one I could get married to at that time."