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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.

HIS SECRET WIFE: (MARRIAGE OF CONVIENCE MAFIA ROMANCE) Tropes: Forced promiximity, Plus size FMC, Mafia, Sweet mafia romance, marriage of convience, Brandy: My husband is disgusted and ashamed of me. Everyone laughed when I walked down the aisle. We were forced to marry and all he wants to do is get rid of me. His family resorted to starving me for days so I could lose weight. Once again, I am alone. I just need to keep my head down and stay out of his way.

"Oh, Georgina, you married a mafia man. They will force you, but you have to give in. It’s better to just give into what they want-” “What? No! He didn't force me. It was consensual—whatever happened," I explain, trying to comprehend his point. "Okay, good. So he was pleased and not upset, right? Good, we need to make sure that he is always happy with us," he says, holding my hand again, and I feel sick to my stomach. Quickly, I get up from the couch, maintaining distance, trying to understand what is happening in front of my eyes. This has to be a dream.

Mother, Greta was married to Jacopo Colombo—a high profile boss of one of the biggest organised outfits in the United State. Marcello always wondered if Greta was forced to marry Jacopo because the Mafia was well known for their contract or arranged marriage, whatever they call it. Traditionally women in Mafia families were kept outside the business side of things. Greta was simply a mother and housewife. He had never seen Greta and Jacopo showing any kind of love towards each other. It was obvious Greta respected her husband but didn't love him. Marcello wasn't interested in those two words 'marriage and love'. Not even kids.

He was the overall head of all the Mafia bosses in the country, but some like this Russo refuses to stay in check. "Get Aldo to track his current location. We're visiting Russo." ***** Meanwhile Back At Silver's Place. Silver lay on her bed thinking of what the future held for her, yes, she accepted to marry Luca but she wished she had found love instead of an arranged marriage. Silver was someone who had always believed in true love and happily ever after. While growing up she had watched a lot of fairytale cartoons, where the prince gets to love one princess for the rest of his life.

He could hardly string a sentence together. Whatever the real story was, nobody in the mafia world had any sympathy to spare for a broken, disgraced lunatic. Not long after the wedding, word spread that rival mafia families had seized control of the Valentino family's hospitals, casinos, docks, arms deals, and underground drug operations. It all came down to one thing—word had gotten out that the Valentinos no longer had an heir. When I heard the news, I couldn't help but feel a profound sadness for Don Valentino and Donna Isabella.

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!”

Chandelier lights brightened the area, and the ceiling featured beautiful murals and paintings. The announcer’s loud voice rang through the room as he introduced us. "Mr. Luca Delgado, from the American mafia, and Mrs. Valentina Moretti, from the Italian mafia." It still fucking strange to hear myself called Mrs. I smiled when most people in the room turned to stare at us. They looked fearful and apprehensive. It was a gorgeous sight. Everyone knew we were married. However, it was an extremely dangerous partnership between two powerful mafias in the world.

“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.”

“I noticed your countenance towards me since the day you got here. I want to assure you that I and your husband do not share that kind of history. Mr. Romano might be… closed off, but he wouldn’t be that cruel to put his wife in the same environment with someone he’s shared a past with.” Oh, but I think he would. What Chiara doesn’t know is that this marriage is built on the foundation of lies. We’re not actually in love, and it doesn’t take two heads to figure out that my presence irritates him. He’s a man with mafia blood after all, I didn’t expect any less, but it still hurts. I nod my head at Chiara, and I want to let her know that I appreciate her setting things straight, even though it