Married To Mafia Novels & Stories

He was married… to Isabella, my best friend, no less. I thought I was doomed. Completely, utterly doomed. Eric Graves appeared, like a flicker of hope cutting through the darkness in my life. I had thought how could I possibly be good enough for him? He was the most powerful mafia leader in New York City, and I was just a woman with a record, nothing but shattered pieces to offer. But Eric told me to never worry about being good enough, that he loved me for who I was. Now, standing here, I realized that I had married the very monster who had made my life a living hell.

“His wife, his ex-wife, I mean. You both have the same fire, the same way of snapping at him when he crosses the line. Although, to be fair, she was even louder about it.” My stomach dropped. Wife? What wife? The word buzzed in my ears. “Wait,” I asked, stunned. “Chase… was married?” “You didn’t know?” Natalia asked with confusion laced in her tone. I shook my head. “No. He never told me.” She exhaled slowly. “Wow. That’s… surprising. I thought you knew everything by now.” “Clearly not.” I defended myself. “Look, I should not have said anything. Because that is not my story to tell. It’s his.”

Other nights, like tonight, he turned to me and fuck me hard, like he was taking out all that rage on my body and punishing me, even though I hadn’t done shit to cause it. Don’t get me wrong. I loved my husband. Vakrez was good to me most days, very protective and gave me everything. But being married to a mafia guy? It was tough and scary sometimes. The mood swings, the secrets and the way he’d come home smelling like smoke and blood.

He had completely lost his former elegance, his eye sockets sunken and cheekbones protruding as if he had not eaten properly in days. However, his eyes burned with a frightening intensity, filled with obsessive love and desperation. I had not expected to see him at this moment, and I felt genuinely surprised. He stumbled forward, his voice trembling. "Aurelia… You can't marry him... You're my wife..." The guests began whispering among themselves, some shocked. Members of the Moretti family rose to their feet, hands moving toward the weapons at their waists.

The vase shattered against his temple, blood trickling down his face. Wiping the blood away, he raised his hand to swear: “Eva, if I break my vow, let me die under the gun of the enemy, leave no bones behind!” His sincerity moved me. That was when I finally agreed to be with him. He really wasn’t afraid of death. Dad paused. “I’ll contact Vincent immediately.” Vincent, managing the mafia empire in Sicily, was not easy to reach. I showed Dad a message on my phone. “The engagement contract is binding, and Vincent has spoken. The marriage won’t be canceled. Just wait until he returns to New York to finalize the details.”

he growled, his nostrils flaring. "And you have no idea whose wife you are messing with. I am a Morelli, the wife of the Capo dei Capi of the Italian mafia. I have seen Dante kill and believe me, it is more gory than you can imagine. That man faces death like he has a second life. He killed all your assassins and cohorts that were sent to harm us in Mexico. Dante is blood thirsty and once he finds me, he will kill you all" I taunted them amidst my pain.

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 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."

As she disappeared into the crowd, Conrad stood frozen, cheek flushed, heart raging. The light danced across the Phoenix pendant on her neck—like a warning. Behind that graceful smile, she carried a secret only a few could survive: She was the wife of one of Italy’s most feared Mafia bosses. The crowd swallowed her again. As soon as she was out of sight, Conrad’s hand slipped into his pocket. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number. His chest rose and fell with fury. The call connected. “I accept the offer,” he said coldly.

he wondered as he didn’t realize that there was already somebody - someone was already listening to their conversation silently. ‘Rumors. Only the bosses could see and meet her but most who meet her in person already died or went to mental until they couldn’t hold it anymore and killed themselves. Honestly, I am not sure if that really happens since it was just rumors around the underground society.’ “Wow, I learned another thing about my wife.” he chuckled as well as his friend. ‘Well, since you’re her husband, I’m sure nobody in the mafia world will mess with you unless they were new in the field.’