Married To Mafia Novels & Stories

He sank into the chair he had been sitting in, and in the dim light his face looked older than I had ever seen it, with the kind of exhaustion that comes from carrying a lie long after it stopped being bearable. “I had no choice,” he said. “They were going to kill me, Bella. Tonight. In this house.” “And instead you offered them me,” I said. “As if I were a debt you could simply hand over and call the books settled.” “I offered them a marriage,” he said, as though dressing the transaction in a ceremony changed the fact that I had been the currency all along. “Damiano Rossi doesn’t just take what he wants. He negotiates. He agreed to forgive the debt if you became his wife.”

"Daisy, you'll really do anything to get out of this marriage, won't you? Now you're pulling the amnesia card?" "I'm not lying! I really don't remember the last eight years!" "Enough," he snarled, grabbing my chin. "For the last six months, you've tried starving yourself and running away to force a divorce. Now it's amnesia?" "You think playing dumb is going to make me let you run off to that piece of trash from the slums?" His grip hurt, but the whole situation was just so ridiculous. What kind of idiot was my future self? Did I really ditch a Mafia Don to throw myself at some guy from the slums? And abandon my husband and child for him?

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

One of my men said to me. Of course Lugard would try to do something stupid. After he heard I already got married to someone else who wasn't his daughter he was very furious. My father had made a deal to join the two Mafia families together through our marriage so the whole rival nonsense would come to an end. The idea wasn't appealing to me so of course I rejected it. "How did they manage to get past the mansion security?" I questioned darkly. "They didn't. Your wife planned to escape just like you predicted. I believe she was captured while still at the metro" He responded.

"I got married and I didn't tell them... Then my husband got murdered and my second husband turned out to be the one who killed my ex husband... And I am carrying superfecundation babies..." She mocked. "And it doesn't stop there, My husband is the most dangerous mafia lord in the country. Now you tell me how to explain this to them?" Mikhail chuckled. "Interesting, we should make a movie on your life." She was on the verge of crying. "I am serious, Mikhail... I am scared!" He got up and grabbed her hand to make her sit down on the bed. "I don't think you owe them any explanation. They never cared about you." She looked at him sadly.

I stepped forward and bowed my head slightly. “We are gathered here today for the union of this couple,” the priest began. “If anyone has a reason to object to this marriage, let them speak now.” There was total silence after that, and I concluded no one objected to our union, not that anyone could. My father was the Don of the American mafia while Dylan's father was the Don of the Italian Mafia, our wedding was not an ordinary union, it was a blood pact, meant to pay back a debt that my family owed to Dylan's family more than a hundred years ago an—

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.

"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.

I whisper the question. “Yes,” he sighs, placing his hand on top of mine, “I need to speak with you.” I pull away and nod, standing just as he does and follow him down the hall and into his office. I close the doors behind me and sit down on the couch beside him, my hands nervously attacking the hem of my dress skirt once again. “I know we spoke about this before, but it is essential that I tell you that in the mafia, being married to someone inside our world is an ideal that we hold. It is not just for love and companionship but also to protect you,” my father begins.

And he died because of me, I don't think I can ever be comfortable with such a thing. Then it hit me, I was married to a mafia this was going to be the usual as from now on. I'm so screwed!