Married To Mafia Novels & Stories

“Is this a joke? You’re my husband. Isn’t that what this is all for? Why even marry me if…” He cut me off with a look so sharp it made me flinch. The warmth was gone from his face. Just like that. “Don’t twist this into something it’s not,” he said coldly. “I married you because you wanted me to.” I looked at him in shock. “Like for now?” I had never heard of a man who did not want children. No, in fact, most men in the Mafia married only because they needed their wife to give them a son to take over their empire.

"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.

Apparently, many women couldn’t accept the fact that she was married to mafia without any prior connections and out of love and she managed to bag two of the most influential men in the whole syndicate. “What is the fuss about”? She asked Luca who managed to strictly stop another socialite to come and see Caterina and the babies. “They want to know what’s so special about you that we married you. The mafia families have been trying to approach Hugo for contract marriages between Hugo and their girls for any alliance. But Hugo never bated an eyelash on anyone. He wasn’t even interested in any fling relationship. And then the news of his marriage was the biggest

It’s unsettling, and my curiosity threatens to drag me down the wrong rabbit hole, but I force myself back to what matters. Hours later, I’ve narrowed it down to two possible ways to get away from my mafia husband. The first: the police. If I run to them, they’ll smuggle me out of the country to safety. I don’t want to get Aleksei in trouble, but unless I take that drastic step, there’s no way out.

She knew that too well, her life had been in danger countless times back when she was only engaged to Giovanni. "I know a resort near some beautiful churches." "I think I know where we can get married, somewhere we can really filter the guest list. I'll call my husband first." Even though her husband usually let her make decisions about such things, Carly still thought it best to call him before finalizing her idea. "Cara," her husband greeted when Carly video-called him. She almost burst out laughing when she saw him. His face was covered in thick lipstick and random cosmetic products that made him looked like a clown. At that moment, no one would have guessed that this was the same feared

Sophia was happier than Elena had ever seen her, and she delighted in reminding Damian that his wife had managed to change him more than anyone else had in thirty years. As for Adrian, he had agreed to cooperate with the investigation. Elena had forgiven herself for trusting him, though she had no intention of allowing him back into her life. Marcus remained in custody, facing charges connected to the conspiracy, financial crimes, and the attacks on both families. His network had begun to collapse as the evidence came to light. The truth had not erased the pain of the past. But it had finally given them the chance to move forward. Later that night, Elena found Damian standing on the balcony,

A leader expanding his empire into Nevada and the world in large, diversifying investments, playing by the rules of business. No one could have guessed that beneath the perfect suit was the son of a mafia don, his empire built on blood as much as capital. And all the while, his hand never left hers. When he shifted the microphone, when he turned to acknowledge applause, even when he leaned to answer a particularly sharp question, his fingers remained curled around hers. The moment that unsettled her most came near the end. “Mr. Moretti,” one journalist called out, “congratulations on your recent marriage. What advice would you give to younger couples starting out?”

Just Chris Lee, twenty-five years old, standing in the bathroom of a Mafia Lord's estate trying to locate the part of himself that was still functional. It was there. Smaller than usual. Further back than I was used to finding it. But there. You're still here, I told it. It didn't respond but it didn't disappear either, which I decided to count as a win. The doctor was young and terrified. Not of me — of the house, of the situation, of the weight of whose instructions he was operating under. He moved through the examination with the careful efficiency of a man who understood that doing his job well was the only protection he had.

"Same as always. He’ll die with a glass in one hand and a blonde in the other." Lorenzo shrugged, a look of pure acceptance on his face. "Some things never change. And this?" He turned to Lanka, his eyes scanning with the practiced precision of a veteran. He took Lanka’s hand and kissed the air above his knuckles. "Don't tell me. The rumors are true. The wolf finally got collared." Santiago pulled Lanka to his side, his arm heavy and protective. "Lanka, this is Lorenzo DeMarco. We were roommates at the academy before I had to take over the family business. Lorenzo, this is my husband, Lanka."

He lived in a Manhattan mansion with another woman for seven years, and he was interrogating me? I walked over calmly and took the papers back. "I was going to Europe to find a specialist for your mother's illness." "The divorce papers? Those are for Maria next door. She asked me to print them. Her husband hits her." Dario scrutinized me, searching for a lie. Seeing my face remain stone cold, the murderous rage slowly faded, replaced by that suffocating arrogance of a made man. "I knew it. A traditional woman like you? You waited eight years. You wouldn't dare leave me."